Dim the lights
let me melt in
passion's night.
Let you spread
webs of silky veils
to blind my eyes.
Take my fingers,
let them trace as
braille the skin of
your body contours.
Smoothe its patina
caress, mould it.
Permeate my senses
guide my travel over
your uncharted map,
voyage ****** terrain:
each inch of you
touched, surveyed
as new routes
are found, explored,
landmarks followed.
Close your eyes
feel the search
of my tender hands
through the darkness
of a night without end.
Expose your
beauteous body
contours, curves
soft swell of *******
arched thigh cleavage
cleft half moon peaches
lead me to a fern veiled vale
to secret gorge spread wide,
steer my roused questor up
the mount of Venus’ cleft,
to plunge pulsating adown
slippery labile slopes into
clasps of foaming depths.
Tobias
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Dim the lights
let me melt in
passion's night.
Let you spread
webs of silky veils
to blind my eyes.
Take my fingers,
let them trace as
braille the skin of
your body contours.
Smoothe its patina
caress, mould it.
Permeate my senses
guide my travel over
your uncharted map,
voyage ****** terrain:
each inch of you
touched, surveyed
as new routes
are found, explored,
landmarks followed.
Close your eyes
feel the search
of my tender hands
through the darkness
of a night without end.
Expose your
beauteous body
contours, curves
soft swell of *******
arched thigh cleavage
cleft half moon peaches
lead me to a fern veiled vale
to secret gorge spread wide,
steer my roused questor up
the mount of Venus’ cleft,
to plunge pulsating adown
slippery labile slopes into
clasps of foaming depths.
Tobias
Thoughts and vocabulary gleaned from a brief dabbling into HP ****** and Sensual poetry.
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