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Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.
PLEASE leave a comment. Be a muse and leave an idea. Allow your sensual touch upon the keyboard, to resound in a comment brief or long.
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prime locus
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Posted:May 27, 2014 7:31 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 10:53 pm
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prime locus
the long Winter hours sharpen focus
make a relationship a prime locus
not just some tickle and lick and sweat
something more honest and deeper set
able to exchange ideas and words with each other
be together and yet time apart so do not smother
respect we show in things we do
even when distance between me and you
explore the possibilities of who we could be
learn all the colours of time you did see
then slowly the unwrapping rapture warm
discovering every inch of your fresh charm
kisses glacially moving down you as you shiver
then caressing and stroking till you quiver
fire in your eyes begins to build
as to these passions swirling we yield
lips come together in kisses deep and slow
until it feel as if our skin does glow
still we explore across the surface sweet
as we deep marinate with lust this meat
caressing hands begin to draw fingernails deep
leave scratches which will wake you in your sleep
remind you how we spent this time in waking
until both our bodies by desire shaking
tongue sharing tangled tongue in lust
unclipping every shred of clothes we must
and we feast on who each the other is
sweet surprise to discover such honest bliss.
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first ever lovers
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Posted:May 26, 2014 3:41 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2014 4:14 am
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first ever lovers
When you smile as you stretch
reaching deep the feeling to fetch
riding tidal waves crashing
inside ocean of self lashing
a stellar meteorite shower of light
as if all nerves were burning bright
the point of ignition a single kiss
to rocket a physical body to ethereal bliss
from rules of world heavy detached
to soar and sweep when to one matched
not feel the work carrying you aloft
as to another land you cross
sensual waves a waterfall of sensation
exploding as if first moment of creation
shaken to your core and riven
as by passion these wings are given
escaping gravity and Time's bounds
as in ecstasy each sounds
taste and heat and sublime delight
two lovers we as first ever lovers burning bright.
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conjure thoughts in eyes closed.
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Posted:May 25, 2014 7:34 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 10:53 pm
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conjure thoughts in eyes closed.
so often picture what that time might be like, that moment, that hour.
how we might begin, or end, or taste, or cavort, or rush, or slowly sensually discover, or all, of these, in all the time we have to grab.
and how can I convey to you, and to you alone, this time when we meet, and if we meet, closing the gap between the possible and the actual.
Closing that gap is almost of greater significance than closing the gap between ourselves, between our bodies, the distance between our faces, and my lips upon the warmness of your skin.
I am a chronological being, lead by time and live in time, and in those moments when I should hold you, when we should kiss, that moment of Time becomes the only moment at that instant in which I exist.
It will past, it will roar away, but in that moment I am nowhere else but with you.
We kiss, and hands are held. And as kiss continues, and both grow in confidence, our hands take flight. Hands reach to hold you, bring you closer. To feel the warmth of you, to embrace you. A hand slips under the bottom of a shirt or blouse, and strokes over bare exposed skin.
The rush is not here, no rush required, and we pause. And we open eyes, and stare into the oh so close eyes of the other, and consider, and weigh up, and perhaps greet each other; appraising the other. So much weight and concern on that first kiss, first warm sensual brush of lips. On the expression the other has upon their face, when that kiss is done, and yet the feelings linger.
And then I move my lips down, trace the line of your chin, your jaw, to your neck, and kiss that warm soft neck. This is trust, as lips trace, and lightly suck, and bring cold and heat to your bones, and heart, and the surging juices deep inside, begin to rise ever higher.
Your mouth is unoccupied, and so I can hear your breathing, hear when your breathing changes as I slowly explore your delightful neck. The world can declare war, the night end and greet dawn, it matters not, my focus, my heartbeat, my lips, are upon you, and upon you alone.
Now I set to aspire to make you understand the pleasure I would endeavour to bring, endeavour to share, to capture your fingers and suck each slowly, tenderly, greedily, delightfully, as if they were other parts of your body, other more sensitive parts where nerves are grouped tight together.
Close your eyes, I might think, close you eyes and forget that sense, instead use the other. Listen for the whispering brush of lips across your skin. Feel the pulse and heat of those lips, the touch of tongue tip, as exploration erotic and pleasurable across your skin.
Close your eyes, and allow yourself to think. Of those lips exploring the all of you. Exploring totally and without restraint, with only a single thought of bring sensual, passionate, enjoyment and pleasure to you.
Warm kisses on your thighs. Warm kisses cross your body. Feather brushing strokes of palms, and reaching tracing fingers over all of you, for you; for this moment in total partnership with you.
so often picture, conjure and know how it would be, if we two were ever to meet.
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by respect
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Posted:May 25, 2014 6:47 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 10:53 pm
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by respect
By sunlight, by artificial dullness of cafe light, by the life leaching burn of florescent lighting, where-ever you stand, when you move from shade to brightness, in hope, or anger, joy. or boredom, I find you beautiful.
Chemistry and desire are not just manifestations of physical attraction, they are also completion, the connection, between one individual and another.
It is respect, and trust. It is moments grown and shared. It need not be a lifetime long, or a year, it can be a moment, a smile, a shared exchange or conversation.
It is the smile when you remove your clothing, the confidence that there may be laughter, indeed in all of us our humanity is full of humor, and to discover the beauty in our nudity, the confidence to shed our outer skins, and accept who we are, and can be loved, can be desired, and can be beautiful.
For we are.
I shall trace every line, and kiss every freckle, and treasure every breath you have. Every moan, every grin, every kiss, every sigh, every laugh, every grimace, every salty tear, against my lips tasted, stored in memory. Every conversation, every intonation, every disagreement, every reconciliation, every word of open trust shared and allowed; in such an orbit between two create a universe of relationship possibility.
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Riotous race to orgasm's conclusion
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Posted:May 23, 2014 12:51 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2014 7:56 am
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riotous race to orgasm's conclusion
I was thinking of you, all those considerate fumblings in the back of a car, the cramped quarters for coitus to occur.
How the fire flare whenever we saw each other, desire lying latent become arousal obvious, and at the first kiss a lust animalistic as we reached for each other with appetite insatiable.
To kiss was to devour, to explore, to taste with tongues and lips, to suck on lips and tongue, to consume your face, edge of peak of your shoulder in kisses devouring and deep and sucking, leaving red marks of possession and obsession and acidic eating hunger, and the passionate fire in your eyes etched in the memory of my soul.
Feeling you rocking on the palm of my hand, your jeans zipped open, still wearing your underwear as they grew damper, as hot and sticky as the sweat felt on the small of your back, as I guided, and you shunted your hips forward, onto my exploring, questing, stroking fingers. Pressing the humid hot damp underwear into you, along the aroused sensitive ridge-like walls around that valley of pleasure, core of molten dripping heat and pleasure upon which you rocked against my grasp.
Your blouse with all buttons open, a mere veil of material tugged aside, your bra hanging off one arm, unclipped and open, your breasts open to my questing kisses when your mouth no longer provides the sensual narcotic soaring high you seek, and capturing a breast in my mouth, I suck upon that delicate in form, sensual in shape and performance orb, lashing with eager tongue at your nipple, feeling it harden, as your arms drag my head down, harder, firmer, to direct this lustful ravaging of your breast, then the sway of weight as your head rocks back, and I hear your grasp, as in time to my lustful robust licking and sucking, my other hand guides fingers to appraise and cup your other breast, fingers tease and lightly tug lightning down from nipple into the core of your body, into the melting forge of your pleasure....and then.....
my lower hand, fingers reaching forward, and around, tugging aside the underwear which permits entry, and fingers firmly stroke down just inside your heat, down and across, stroking, those inner walls, and hear the explosive gasp as you let out a groan, and your hips surge away from, and then surge forward with greater energy and weight onto my fingers, demanding more and deeper strokes of your inner walls, and the nectar of your arousal flooding over my fingers, and the windows of the car are fogged dark as any blackout curtain, by your heated breath, and you pull aside my shirt, and a kiss to my shoulder becomes a deep kissing nip into my skin....
Yesss.........
A command, a rejoicing, an acknowledgement of joy given, and taken, and shared....
then your thighs lock around my hand, and I need to strain my hand, my reaching fingers, my fingertips going forward.....and I reach in deeper, stroking, pressing, every inch, every millimetre, of that pulsing niche which I can reach into......and you buck....and grab a breath loudly, and I can feel the heat radiating off you so much I might burn, be scalded by how hot you have become, and every sucking, tongue twisting, tongue anointing, kiss I deliver to your breasts and nipples, I feel those rising points of heat, of sheer hotness....
and my fingers have found a rhythm now, one which sets to match the rhythm, the engine quick rhythm of your hips, rising, and falling, and twisting, as you seek more, and hunger for more.....and my fingers stroke deeply, and my own rampant need, held trapped beneath my own trousers, seeks to rise, and sensations rock through me, as you simply brush one hand firmly over me, and then more firmly, begin to run in time to the rhythm we have both now set, which is increasing in speed, and shortening in stroke.....building in urgency....
and my fingers slip in and out, stroking, caressing the inner sensitive walls and floor, and your breath is that of a runner sprinting for the finish and your entire body has caught the fever of this rhythm, the need, and the power...as I slip my thumb upwards, and drag it recklessly through the small hood, the hidden nodule beneath, sensually crushed beneath your own skin by my pressing, rubbing, rolling, moving, thumb...
and you grab my head and demand my kiss, and deep, deep, deep, we kiss as you moan from some primeval growl into my mouth, as your hips grind into my hand, rocking chaotically, as the tremors explode into an uncontrollable avalanche of sound and rhythm broken and touch and kisses,...and I can taste the surge, the husky tang of the orgasm in your kiss....
and then you shudder, shudder, shudder and collapse against me, into me, heat blending, and you are still trying to pull down one clean honest open breath from lungs which expended all air in that riotous race to orgasm's conclusion...
and now a slower brushing nuzzling kiss, on your brow, on your cheek, and finally, onto your sweet, sweet, lips....
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old song
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Posted:May 22, 2014 10:50 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2014 10:58 pm
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old song
In listening to that old song
I remember all the rights and forget the wrong
The way we were in heat and cold
how we couldn't stop wanting to hold
as if an embrace would give us health and laughter
every kiss kindled a fresh sense of happy ever after
with that song playing as you first walked in
as we took our chances and rejections on the chin
with you with that song playing on
seemed a better day and everything simply shone
the drinks tasted better and appetites deeper
feeding time for desire as on bench seat we slide closer
felt the warmth of your body alongside mine
holding nerves in check as we got along fine
exploring where and when and how you got here
a growing sense of joy dashed with a hint of fear
would this end in rejection or a night of joy
as we moved closer both seemed more open and more coy
a playful flirtiness to every word shared
looking for more and if you cared
between one joke and the next my arm found
itself around your shoulders and wanted to stand my ground
kiss you till your lipstick was completely gone
find ourselves together tonight not alone
hands finding themselves nested in each other
no more drinks why would we bother
in words trying to use some arousing leverage
and far too many glimpses at your cleavage
is this how the fox feels staring into the hen-house
ready to roar and live like a lion not a mouse
as we got up and together moved from the bar
pausing outside to see if this had worked so far
and lips to lips our kisses sounded echoes in souls
and hips to hips a heat consumed our wholes
we were going nowhere except with other tonight
your presence made every moment a delight
tongue tip lightning across my lips
as my hands held and moved with your hips
standing vertical we contemplated horizontal manoeuvres
somewhere between kisses realised this was truer
down each others kisses and into loving mood we sunk
tugging and undoing the many layers between
your body radiant and this waking dream
a warm hand with fingernails raking down a back
finding the lines upon your body to keep me on track
delightful feel of breast weighed and caressed
then more kisses and moans when things right I guessed
your body always a fresh savanna lush to explore
as we found ourselves the kiss and rhythm and more
after that first time seemed you were almost shy
having listened to your moans rising to the sky
you snuggled close and I pulled you in deeper
a loving embrace for lovers on an overnight sleeper
travellers part of journey gone already home
then waking and slowly rising till we become
two as one dancing on the edge
of some greater truth to which we pledge
all our tomorrows and the distant future
more importantly these moments now of sexual nurture
sweet scent of our loving on our skins
appreciative cries in my ears when you let me in
naked and proud of our loving truth
intoxicating taste of you on my tongue a greatest proof
your skin and body felt moving beneath my touch
building to an even greater heart eclipsing rush
shaking and tasting and blindly embracing
the world and all its troubles together escaping
listening to that old song reminds me when
in each other's embrace the perfection of our then.
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one unaccounted
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Posted:May 21, 2014 6:54 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2014 12:18 am
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one unaccounted
Time moves and is counted
by one who is not accounted
a love unrequited weighs heavy
and thoughts turn without levity
the entire world dims
fills with horrid things
sensual emotions stew
when distance remains to you
and how do you talk each time
to someone who seek in desire's rhyme
set arousal ticking with each word
as you consider sensual curve
and how must hide the love behind
a professional courtesy and logical mind
for drifting into passion would only
leave you where you started lonely
and if a love unrequited were accepted
how then could you lead a life neglected
to taste those lips which might to you
equal the fire Promethesus took to
gave hope and light in dark of night
the ability to shape and mould metals bright
those kisses trailing down cross neck and shoulders
flushing clean thoughts of others
unrequited becomes requited
conjure dreams of over-nighted
snuggled close and warmth shared
all those words unsaid as these lips never dared
draw along your warm flanks and taste
the delicious you and ignore time wasted
which could have been spent in kisses deep
and this dream's reward of sated sleep.
so the topic was unrequited. Got an idea for one?
Got a comment on this poem! Become involved, be a muse.
Live, write, shine....love.
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unrequited
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Posted:May 20, 2014 7:45 am
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2014 5:40 pm
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unrequited
everyday I see your face
and your words my ears do grace
we are close and yet unknown
this love is true and fully grown
never spoken and never shared
how much I love and how much I cared
your words pursue me to bed each night
in darkness wonder how to make your day bright
wash away the tears of your past
explain this could be a relationship to last
except you already have another
and until that falters I will not bother
instead outside warmth of relationship I stand
and see your pleasure with your man
inside this love unspoken burns so clean
keeps me warm and keeps me lean
I live a life truer and better for you
so one day you may view
and see the love deep inside me set
of a love unrequited I cannot get
you accept my presence and do not see
see my kindness without seeing the me.
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start of best days
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Posted:May 20, 2014 5:48 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2014 5:49 am
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start of best days
No matter how the day has been, whether wind and rain, sun and dust, sweat and pain, the end of this day finds me, walking to meet you.
Streets are busy, and I brushed past students, or suited business men and businesswomen, or retail workers, or nurses, or....I don't really care who or what they do, or the fact that they are here, as I stride down the pavement, crushing out the distance, between you and me.
It is a small cafe, the tables and chairs unimaginative, the decor sterile clean, and you are waiting there; so this cafe is the most wonderful place in the world at this time. Our greetings are restrained, as if we fear to show any deeper passions, for fear of being unable to stop.
Still as we sit there, we move our chairs closer, and your hand is on my arm, or in my hand, or my hand is at your waist, or I am brushing against you, or our legs are crossing, and uncrossing, sometimes lying against each other, sometimes atop each other, and our coffee is brought over by a waitress who smiles a small private smile as she leaves our cups, and halfway through the coffee we lean in to each other, and share a kiss. We talk about politics, and sport, and your work, and mine, and your flight, and the weather, and often the conversation just lapses, falls to silence, as we simply gaze at each other.
Finish our coffees, we pay and head out of the cafe, across the road, to your hotel. Your room is twelve floors up, and the elevator is thankfully slow, so we move together, and embrace, and simply hold, and kiss, and kiss, and kiss; and almost miss the ding sound announcing our floor.
We tumble out, entangled, arms around each other, constantly trying to close the distance between us, sharing kisses as we walk down the hall. At your door, the card opens it, and the door opens and we half step in, and are kissing again, and the door hangs open, and we are in the doorway, till we must grab a breath and then we close the door.
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less alive than you are dead
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Posted:May 19, 2014 9:23 pm
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2014 8:08 pm
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less alive than you are dead
You count the hours long
between evening till the dawn
lying on the bed awake
hoping for an earthquake
to shake some thunder from your life
escape mundane rhythm of drum and fife
this marital march you tread
less alive than you are dead
leading the life you did not foresee
a sentence against which you cannot plea
you are going down for the entire term
a life of living is what your life did earn
You count the hours long
between evening till the dawn
the television is always on
so you don't miss those who are gone
want to hear voices in your house
ignore insanity's scratching mouse
trying to find a way out of your head
while you lie awake in your bed
seems no room for all these thoughts
different opinions and different courts
you are convicted for having lived this way
sentenced to life until you fully pay.
You count the hours long
between evening till the dawn
in these cool hours you still sweat
a brine of your own juices wet
stewing you as you wait
for the dawn to arrive to celebrate
then another zombie you will rise
sleepless to your friends surprise
for how many hours since you went to bed
how can you explain the dread
how closing your eyes you did discover
your dreams are a demanding lover
You count the hours long
between the evening till the dawn
wave away the demands of sleep
for you fear if into dreams you creep
the world there will be so inviting
your life there so much more exciting
the allure the voices tell you will be
a narcotic rush which will set you free
from your transient grip upon reality
be another unfulfilled life fatality
another Sylvia or another Virginia
another one of life's non-finishers.
thoughts appreciated, and erotic topics to be pursued in poetry requested.....
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you are in these thoughts
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Posted:May 19, 2014 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2014 5:41 pm
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you are in these thoughts
When the nights get longer
and the longing stronger
to find someone to share
about the things you care
develop more the interests
which your thought infests
speak and share and love
as against them close you rub
the taste of their coffee on your lips
as inside mouth an inquisitive tongue slips
ease each body close to the other
as lost in deep kiss then another
flares of heat along erogenous zones
sends a knowing shiver along our bones
brush hair back and neck deep kiss
feel the break in breath as heartbeat miss
surge into each other's embrace
as if in a disrobing race
pull aside top and unclip bra
an Ikea instructions tattoo how bizarre
hands reaching stroking exposed skin
feel blood-rush through coverage so thin
teeth lightly nibbling and consuming
as this loving we are assuming
will lead to some epic orgasmic flash
without a need for collar or lash
fingers lightly tease a nipple tauter
bodies flow over each other as if water
closer than covers on a book
so pleasured you look
as tongue lashes deep and lifts
golden nectars deep which in you drips
as world collapses to just this view
of me on and in and moving with you
a steady rhythm begins to falter
as in enthusiasm our movements alter
both chasing that roar in our heads
the jerking shudder which wrecks beds
pleasure awaiting at end of this ride
something to celebrate with joy and pride
naked and free and alive
trusted and respected and we strive
muscles straining and body pulsing
tasting licking rubbing dissolving
into each other we become one
as with a roar and a moan to orgasm shaking succumb.
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sultry
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Posted:May 16, 2014 12:59 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2014 6:55 am
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sultry Find me in your thoughts
as I seek you in mine
of sultry summers days and sweat lines traced
across your back still warm
from kiss of offending Sun
gently have to explore
for a tenderness here
our own kisses are dry lips
and your eyes so blue
reflect clear dome above
Sistine chapel has less beauty
than you bring into this room
as we explore in words
a hundred ways to find
the right way to say I want you
need you to embrace
to hold and if released
always give chase
in thoughts and across the room
find you in brightness
or find you in gloom
with kisses light excite
the passion burnt deep within
these bodies fragile and raw
to which our kisses find a door.
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on stairs between floors
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Posted:May 7, 2014 3:14 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2014 6:02 pm
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on stairs between floors
count the steps watching your calves,
any skirt or dress does this
show calves and ankles as you climb
these stairs between the floors
could take the lift but this is more fun
we can talk between the floors
know if we are alone by banging doors
from the floors above or below
I am following your calves as I count steps
each level has twelve till a small landing
then four and then twelve once more
and I count studiously as we chat
till two floors up and 8 steps taken
I reach out and catch your wrist
and our words stop and your breathing quickens
yes you huskily breath
my other hand slides up your calf
two steps behind you the height is just right
the warmth and tightness of your leg
sheer delight and smoothness of you
you step down one step
and bend so our lips can meet
as we brush lips again we listen
for a door opening above or below
on this sequence of steps we are hidden
anyone coming out of a doorway
will not see us without turning
and the stairway tower is dim
our kiss intensifies and my hand rises
I cross knee and onto thigh
heated inner thigh under fingertips
and I make small circles ever higher
tongue and lips and breath
and a gasp as my fingers draw across
fabric of your underwear
pressing lightly into the heat
we shouldn't you murmur
and I stroke more firmly
your back arches and your lips suck
drawing on me and tongue into me
no we shouldn't I smile
lifting your dress and placing kisses
on your belly and waist
sucking at soft sensual skin
you are listening I can tell
trying to hear if anyone is coming
and you are slightly tense
but sometimes a ripple runs through you
in the ripple your body relaxes
I feel how hot you have become
your skin against me radiating heat
gradually losing yourself
my fingers slip under elastic
sketch the line of aroused lower lips
your hips make slow circles as I caress
somewhere far below us a door slams
we wait and hold our breaths
hear a few words and then a door opening
and closing and we are alone again
and I draw one finger higher
inquisitive stroking caressing finger
finds the bud upon your core
ever so gently strokes across it
and your breath escapes in a huff
feel the tremor through you as hips buck
you are right on the edge
and I move back and say
we shouldn't but later we will
your eyes are slightly glazed
you grab my shirt tightly
drag me into a deep deep long kiss
then whisper hot into my ear later
we walk out on our floor
more work to be done
we are talking of that work
and both thinking later....
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