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Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
snowcaps fill my vision
perched upon window
seat; trees line winding
path, through it all I seek
that overhanging crag
hidden by hillside shrubs;
an opening pitch black
my secret cave; my
space for rumination,
that peace of mind that
follows a distortion of
fact, my becalming
before another storm
brews like an avalanche
waiting to happen.

I've come to terms within
self compensating for
other's shortcomings,
delineating oneself with
social grace; allowing
them to dig their own
graves, but, not at my
expense anymore, fore,
I will only compromise
on my terms amicably;
in reflections cave of
thought, minding my
business and leaving
theirs alone.
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
supine, deeply do I ponder
of those times as if, I've
treaded upon coal ablazed
beds, of womb fetally
withdrawn; darkness embeds
itself, attempting to see
with clarity through murky
watered canvasses

I, analyze self, coping
with turmoil; glimpsing
the light at the end of
elongated tunnels, leaving
burdensome baggage
that isn't a *** of gold
at the end of a rainbow

giving way to self-awareness
as a glorified sunrise opens
to new horizons; long awaited
as if, eons have passed without
notice, finally, arriving at my
threshold of salvation by the
grace of God; sanity redeemed
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
wet lips welcome him in the morning
weaving desires breath; tongues explore
unearthing our flame

moaning...

pleasure at fingertips taming depths
of her heat; wet in hunger, tongue glides
craving every inch exposed; tasting her

quenching...

upon exuding intoxication; I rise delving into
her slippery abyss flaying its sweetness
deep, lustfully riding as she caresses base

sobbing...

melting as softness clench and unclench
letting me in, inner embrace biting; sinking
into her moans and thighs entwine pulling
me deeper as I explode

reaching...

our ultimate pinnacle, appeased; but, gently
stroking, arising again saturated in our
warm spillage craving more of her delicacy

wantonly...
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
I know he doesn't know this

but...

tasting him is the best part of being me;
coaxing him to untie me, knowing he wants
to try me, lay beside me

untying red lace as his lips trace; lips
blushing to taste open thighs, inaudibly
I sigh within

salaciously I grin...

lying naked across bare chest; I whisper
suckle right here; he gives in at my behest

but...

his upturned eyes says is that a dare, I say yes,
but, baby! have no fear, I love wet kisses planted
across my rear

and...

he springs to action, to my satisfaction; he kissed
and tasted every moaned reaction; pulsing wet lips
his main attraction, licking me deep

I noticed his throbbing whip ready, eager to dip, but,
I back him up...

baby! please don't stop, I eye his bulge; knowing I'm
ready to indulge, fingertips dance upon his bulge;
I wet each finger sliding them down every vein divulged

he whispers... ah! baby! you're driving me insane;
I play coy, this I enjoy; teasing my boy toy

slowly he unravels...

I turn, the way I want to have him; body burns to feel his
prowess, ready to pounce, unload every ounce, in out;
both lips pout; riding him inside out; calling my name
with trembled shouts

expulsions...

implode within the breadth of our being; unleashing
heavenly syllables from our mouth and the best of
being me unfolds into the warmth of him

us untied...
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
our time apart hadn’t changed,
his baritonal voice caused
me to tremble each syllable
spoken; soft & silky, its
frictional rustle like wheat
bending in the breeze

I absorb him...

he feels me, revealing inner soul
annihilating me pleasurably, riding
wings of his voice, spiraling, like
wisps of smoke yearning to hear
articulations desire

maestro of my being, smitten
with his baritone

his breathiness I breathe...

like a summer's breeze
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
A quivered sigh lingers upon her
soft lips; she glimpses beggary
bestirred sweetly in my misty eyes,
my fingers dawdle at her dewy fissure;
waiting in trembled anticipation, a want
to taste her delicacy with a kiss of breath

caught up in licks of consumption, I'm
beguiled by femininities passion; elicited
sultry moans dance across my *****
making my heart race and soul shutter
losing control

her tongue tip traces each vein pulsing,
awaiting warmth to engulf its entirety, slick
and wet tip to pearls she rocks my world
morning noon and night

in out of wetness I scream in delight, suckling
each mound wet and light in nibbled bites; ****
this woman fits me just right, can't keep my eyes
hands off her as she clenches firmness *******
me deeper in her abyss wet and tight
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
he illuminated my sense of longing,
as if, flame to a candle

a dew drop of morning sunrise on petals,
splashed upon open lips grazing silken flesh

I rise to his touch, lingering like a river gliding
over smooth pebbles of a moonlit lake

he traced tremble, following its eruptive point,
fore, time ticked within shadow of us silhouetted
against the moons light

he smiled...

I melted into his comfort; baring wants secret
longing; breathing one another's breath

underneath a moonlit warm sultry night, I watched
his eyes embrace my entirety in a beggars need

he gasped, skimming fingers across open lips wet
in ache; tongue kissing me deep

our earth stood still; as masculinity entered my
dawn, where stars cease to shine and his eyes
told our story

his hands, read me front to back in articulated whispers
impregnating mind and body with desires impingement

our want no more, until our heaven and earth
meets again whispering I love you

savoring morning's first dew drop
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