Bestowed whispers abound
wisping against softness;
an alluvium flows in abated
breaths, crashing into dreams
awaiting uttered sighs;
aching to taste prurience rage
as tongue besieges pout
of want, awakening soul;
melding into silky fragility
gliding across masculinities
plain, caressing in tender
fingertip forages as I'm
consumed within his essence...uncoiled

In the silence of my heart I feel this flowering;
budding with every whisper against my soul,
calling; enwrapping me within his ambrosia
as each silken petal brushes against softness,
I bow demurely into his maleness.

Looking out upon the horizon; I glimpse our
silhouettes entwined in the midst of golden
rays, haloed as his lips partake in loves
sweetest nectar and his tongue articulates
in heated breaths, I linger in its aftertaste.

Adoring the twinkle in his eyes as they take
in the beauty of my flowering chasm, awaiting
its calyx approach; slowly impinging in its
fragrance, savoring; hovering and dipping as a
honeybee suckles nectar.

I tremble like a softly blown breeze in his wake;
as his hands glide upon my countenance,
teasing each contoured petal; placing me gently
upon our flowered bed of strewn petals;
languishing in his arms as each whisper hums,
delighting in passion's rose.

First time I looked into his eyes
my heart sighed, now that I
think back he made my soul
cry every time I felt him by my
side, especially when his hands
would glide gently upon my
thigh.

Opening my mind's chasm;
while he whispered how he'd
always love me through the
test of time, fore, he loves to
hear my sultry whine; as his
eyes wined and dined upon
each curved line.

And tingles ran up and down
my spine; those are the days
he blew my mind, purring like
a kitten; I knew from the first
time I looked into his eyes I'd
be smitten and those days I
wouldn't be forgetting.

His allure is so, sumptuously
fetching, my breath is still catching;
remembering his lascivious
twinkle and ***** smile; my body
reels back in time causing me to feel,
what he had in mind; I still crave
him like a connoisseur, the woman
he worshipped and adored.

Laying here in revelry thinking of
all the deviltry we partook in makes
me take a second look into my mind's
eye and long for his dreamy eyes to
feast all over again and I'd begin to
sigh, fore, as he slept those hands
would rest upon quivering thighs.

And I'd listen to his sleep laden sigh
dreaming of me his gentle rose; fore,
I'd stand in his eyes reflective pool and
pose; while he'd breathe in the scent
of my aromatic rose.

Tonight laying sprawled across
my bed; breeze through my window
lingers around me whispering his
name, its melodious assemblage
whispers like silk brushing against
my lips; tangling within my curled
mane and its softly blown whisper
of silk cradles the breadth of me as
I call out his name.

over and over again...

Like loose rose petals strewn from
pillow to pillow, teasing me as his
breath glides from nip to mound in
unuttered sound a whimper escapes
inside my head; he arrived standing
over me watching as breast would
gently rise, his heat I'd feel, yearning
to have him slide in to cradle my softness.

Those silken whispers would travel the
length of me, then I'd remember moments
of pure ecstasy; realizing its the breeze of
a sultry night playing upon my hunger to
feel him whispering his want and need
as discarded silk slips from each limb
slowly

and...

Fingered forages of self-indulgence
left me shuddering as if, he'd just kissed
and whispered into my wetness; It was then
I knew, looking back I could never forget each
and every time he'd touch me intimately.

that...

his silken whispers pleasured me deeply,
leaving me breathlessly wanting; knowing
I'd never find anyone to love me the same.

Once upon a time I looked deep into
his eyes so, he'd see my love & pain
as each tear fell like falling rain
and inner cries called his name
I could no longer blame him,
knowing life without him would
never be the same.

Even though soft lips in memory will
forever remain grazing across my silken
frame; gentle hands once took my breath
away, now I shudder in the middle of the
night envisioning our intimate flights,
hands glided upon toned curves
while fingers coaxed quivering
thighs.

I'd sigh into memorized heat
longing for a repeat of breathless
nights between soaked sheets;
tasting masculinity in uttered beats,
teasing myself in fingered relief
awakening in disbelief; no longer
enjoying his heat.

Pillow soaked from tears of loves grief
as fingers linger where lips feasted;
chasing away my fears, but, now I know
love is no game and I'll never find another
to tame or soothe my womanly wiles with
a simple smile as I dream of him like a
wanton child filled with guilty pleasurable
pain; living with memories of him & I enflamed.

As I swallow pride; claiming loves defeat in shame.

At first glance
what I perceived
wasn't happenstance

fore...

he stood before me
with a smile; radiating
an inner beauty
I never phantomed
I'd have a chance to
behold.

intrigued...

I absorbed his essence;
falling in love with his mind,
as he whispered against me
the beauty of him stole my
heart.

illuminating...

the universe; harmonizing our
allurement of one another.

flipping through pages of his mind,
caressing unspoken quotes; I whisper
slang of lust in his ear, ******* his big
ego to the bottom of his page, while his
drool trickles between breast; uttering
syllable after syllable as I re-write his script.

his hardness speaks fluently, inking
parchment with liquid tipped quill, oh! the
thrill as I bend his will, to fluidly flow; dipping
in inkwell of thoughts, penning desires and
want in liquid diatribe of lustful pleasures; like
a moth to flame flickering, as I lick verbs in
hunger to peruse his re-written script;
gripping sheeted pages to uncover his
beguilement; drinking in acknowledgment
of his golden chalice.

I want to decipher his member in autographed
curlicues of calligraphic swirls, teasing and
taunting as he watches, awe-struck; as tongue
etches each throbbing vein in ebonized charcoal,
sketched upon pages of wanton verses making
him scream with passion in prose; on bended
knee tasting my rose, penning his moans in
quotes against throat.

in heat of our passion, pages and scripts are
flipped allowing him to drip ink upon lips as I
whisper softly to his mind; want of him to grind
his neb of ache within my archive, articulating
history of hunger; as limbs mime each cursive
letter, insinuating one vowel at a time; licked
against silken parchment in tender stroked
consonant utterances; shuddering inside  
walls as nouns clench and moans escape
in adjectives shattering mind as wet tendrils
slide down firmness, fore, only she can do this
to me; making me flip volumes of pages while
inside wetness she drips ink all over in
chaptered stages.

each chapter I lick her spine; cornering her
in my mind as a sensual adversary; claiming
her as I untie her collection of copious sighs,
my mind tries to deny copyrights to her library;
as I place her upon my shelf, while against the
wall; ravishing her like the wild section of animal
kingdom, lusting while I watch her body fall
prey to breathless hunger, devouring
and savoring her bookmark; paying full
attention to her glossary of delectability,
that melts upon tongued bilingual text;
her nectar leaves its imprint upon
our handbook of worded aphrodisiacs.

cherishing our artistic volumes in ardency as
we're ready to publish our first draft, but not
before I slide her lubricious cover upon my
shaft; we begin to lay strokes of signatures
against our first editioned copies belonging
soley to us, as we scream in accented jargon
every second I tease; easing in and out,
shouting out in voweled ecstasy; gliding
thickness, gently against taut bookmark.

turning each page with deep thrusts, into her
inkwell; as I swell with friction, speaking in
fluent diction, of addiction to her sweetness;
dripping, as I'm slipping in tomes; thinking
about how she begged me to re-write our script,
spilling ink in delirious closure, in *******
exposure while losing our artistic composure;
writing manuscripts as ink spills upon volumes
of pages in disclosure.