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As we sit near the campfire,
It fueled my inner desire,
The I pulled you against my chest,
As forever there you'd rest,

I stroked you silky hair,
With all my love and care,
My lips rubbed yours slowly,
And caught a hang on smoothly,

Whenever my fingers go over your waist,
I pull you nearer as your lips I could taste,
I'd roll over and cuddle with you,
Even if I'd need to face the end of time.
Tafuta Atarashī Nov 2019
My fingers tickle against
The soft fibers of the first page
In a manuscript written with
dedicated ardence. I
admire the ink uncials, left behind
By eloquent whispers passed from
Your eyes, to My lips.
From your tongue
To my skin.
Salacious words succulent
That permeate the thick paper,
Like heavy breaths from a prurient
Night.
I savor the memory,
Turning over the page to find
Blank linen sheets left awaiting,
for letters and punctuation
Until, poem after poem,
A new chapter again
we commence.
Matthew Nov 2019
you see this tree
standing out in the breeze
the only Beautiful thing 

in the shadowy bland gray's 
downplaying
surrounding dull greens 

in my eyes
diamond tears smiling 
a kiss for the wind to hug

each blossom
a memory of bliss
thinking about your lips

the metaphor of white your purity
the love I would never leave behind
you're my flowery tree of poetry
As the flame flits about on the wick,  
my eyes are drawn to her silhouette dancing on the wall, summoning me to see her being.

Everything my eyes beheld upon her  
was straight out of a poetry book.

I read her stanzas—  
line after silhouetted line—  
she became lust to my tongue.

I only recite  
her now.
Andrew Nov 2019
My woman

My heart flutters as I enter the house,
The expectation of seeing my love is strong.
I hear your sweet voice, then I'm in your presence. The warmth and sheer joy I feel can only be compared to being soaked in those first, glorious rays of the summer sun.


The desire you stir in me is overwhelming.
Those eyes, those powerful eyes.
Shallow pools of an exotic sea, their very shape, elegant and beautiful.
But it's what's within those eyes.
Depths that I could drown in.

Your arms open, you welcome me to you.
I do not delay in moving against your body,
my arms wrapping around your firm waist, anchoring myself to the shape of your feminine back.

Our eyes meet briefly, then close as our lips touch,
My whole body becomes alive with a delicious feeling,
The touch and taste of your lips is so unbelievably natural,
so primal, we’re made for each other.
Your tongue meets mine, tastes my lips,
And lust surges through my core.
Your hands lightly touch my chest and face,
Your touch becoming rough as you run your fingers through my beard.
As our lips release I'm struck again at that look in your eye's, that radiance.
I'm drawn to kiss again, deeply, fiercely, my heart pounding.
I find my fingers curling around your luscious hair, my thumbs tracing your cheeks.
We're lost for a while, enjoying this intimacy.
I want you, all of you. My whole body yearning to take you!

My fingertips gently claw down from your shoulders, over the curves of your incredible *******, glancing your hard *******,
I'm dying to kiss them but resist and continue down your creamy tummy,
Across the **** joints where your feminine hips meet the tops of your thighs,
I continue to trace a path over your firm thighs and past your knees,
I take a moment to kiss the cushion just above your ***, the scent of your *** overpowering me,
Your body is a delight, so ****** and sensual.
My hands are running down your lower legs, almost at your delicate feet.
I'm watching your breathing intently,
Your ******* raising with each deep breath,
I take hold of your legs and spread them wide, really wide, the sight of your flower making me throb,
I lay my body down between your thighs, kissing them, wanting you,
Wanting to ravish you.
The moment my lips meet that sweet, wet spot I'm utterly lost in lust.
The sound of your breathing and those few words you muster driving me wild.
I raise your thighs and my hands take hold of your **** hips,
As my tongue enters you. To be inside you in this way is such an ****** thing, hard to explain.
You taste of pure ***, pure woman, pure passion. Your sweet nectar on my tongue and my lips is more intimate than anything I can imagine.
You taste and smell exactly what 
I thought heaven 
would taste and smell like.

You kissed me
after you 
climaxed; sampling
your sweet wild honey
and agreed.

I went for seconds and thirds 
and developed an
insatiable sweet tooth.

I love giving you oral ***.
When we made love was it not a miracle, did the sky not shower its approval with flashes of lightning and deafening booms, drowning out your moans of being satisfied.

 Did the rain not drum on the windows applauding your beautiful performance, and was it not an encore for round two and three.

 When we were finished, was the sun not fatigued of being out, and did the moon not greet our skin as we laid in each other's arms; glistening as if we were made of diamonds.

Making love to you
is a force beyond anything 
the universe has ever experienced.
Jenny Barajas Oct 2019
La Mirada mas intensa, rosando me la piel....
ojitos tan hermosos, sus labios dulces con sabor a miel...
Su voz, su sonrisa , su sentido del humor...
suavecito y dulcesito mi mielesito encantador....
Mitch Prax Oct 2019
I want to make that journey
from your knees to
your hips again-
it was always my favorite route.
Soft plains,
colored of oats,
and each road
I know like the back of my hand.
With my destination in sight,
it's getting more humid
by the inch.
Hotter,
wetter,
hotter,
wetter.
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