The soft light
Reveals her flushed face,
Her chest that rises and falls
With each quivered breath.
He sits quietly beside her,
Curiously exploring...
A freckle,
A dimple,
A bruise,
A slow, rising heat.
His fingers beckoning,
She whimpers his name.
"Feel me" he tells her, his voice low,
Her hips arch against his palm,
His thumb brushes gently,
Applying pressure,
He gazes down at her
With wild eyes,
Drinking in her pleasure
This man who loves her.
Unable to contain himself,
He moves between her,
His senses overwhelmed
At the sight of this beautiful, open flower
Pink and glistening
Aching to be loved.
Slowly, slowly he gives himself
Her mellifluous joy swallowing
His every careful movement,
Time losing all its meaning.
Without warning he feels it,
A sudden tension.
Her lips parting,
Silently begging,
He dives deeper
Meeting no resistance,
Her own wild rain,
Pouring forth against him,
He falls from knifes edge
Into glorious oblivion.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Could almost feel your release
Long may it continue karoline
Sensual
It wasn't 100% right.. so I fixed it. Thank you for what you said in your other comment. It was very kind and made me feel much better.
Giving pleasure to another certainly part of love. A sensual and erotic poem that may be called sexual as well where sex is a bonding between two souls and a union becoming one. Well done
Very sensual poem! Please avoid such type of poems.
It was a dream I had - just to clarify!
Sorry if I offended anyone.
Karoline
If we worry about offending someone we wouldn't write anything
You clearly marked it as an 18
Warning anyone easily offended to avoid
Please don't let this put you off writing
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