"cynthia" poems - Hello Poetry

This is how it goes your hands will be proxy for mine my hands will be proxy for yours your fingers my fingers and my fingers yours what I describe, you enact told in detail so exact Just to begin I squeeze your ******* knead and pinch tweak a ****** give it a tug Stroke your tummy work over your thighs move up the inner where skin is smooth circle around, moving in till soft contours are caressed through pants that burn to be removed that pain you to wear and I see in my mind as you describe the spreading, darkening patch that fills the gusset Now they're pulled down removed quickly, completely and you are revealed spread, opened, shameless Gentle fingertips tease dance in circles, barely touching yet the fire within grows back and forth, round and round dance the fingertips as both reciprocate with growing pace and firmer touch I hear you gasp down the line and your breathing quickens as you hear mine as your excitement fuels mine as mine fuels yours in our feedback loop of lust And I tell you how my fingertip would give way to tonguetip if I could that I can taste you in my imagination fragrant, salty sweetness with musky undertones the tip of my tongue now circling then flicking back and forth beating out the rhythm that you best harmonise with bringing forth your moans Then darting down, back between wet, glistening folds exploring each ridge and valley working remorselessly Breathing faster now with animal grunts and moans directions of pleasure gasped breathless down the phone As fingers again take the lead find the opening slip readily within probe, explore, **** find that place on your front wall yes, just that spot that's a little rougher and feels sooo goood Add a second finger working and ******* licking and rubbing moaning and gasping barely intelligible now ...yess...more...yess...ohhh are all that have meaning Finger three joins one and two then the pressure builds demanding release and shaking and thrusting grows to shuddering and...yes...yesss...sooo clooose ******* faster furiously till we both explode hearing each other's voicing of our ecstasy in language intelligible only in this one context Brains and voices return as we bask in the afterglow and what passes between us then in those moments is the deepest intimacy of all Cynthia Pauline Jones 01/02/2014

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Apr 13, 2014

Apr 13, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC

thia-jones

Phone ***

This is how it goes your hands will be proxy for mine my hands will be proxy for yours your fingers my fingers and my fingers yours what I describe, you enact told in detail so exact Just to begin I squeeze your ******* knead and pinch tweak a ****** give it a tug Stroke your tummy work over your thighs move up the inner where skin is smooth circle around, moving in till soft contours are caressed through pants that burn to be removed that pain you to wear and I see in my mind as you describe the spreading, darkening patch that fills the gusset Now they're pulled down removed quickly, completely and you are revealed spread, opened, shameless Gentle fingertips tease dance in circles, barely touching yet the fire within grows back and forth, round and round dance the fingertips as both reciprocate with growing pace and firmer touch I hear you gasp down the line and your breathing quickens as you hear mine as your excitement fuels mine as mine fuels yours in our feedback loop of lust And I tell you how my fingertip would give way to tonguetip if I could that I can taste you in my imagination fragrant, salty sweetness with musky undertones the tip of my tongue now circling then flicking back and forth beating out the rhythm that you best harmonise with bringing forth your moans Then darting down, back between wet, glistening folds exploring each ridge and valley working remorselessly Breathing faster now with animal grunts and moans directions of pleasure gasped breathless down the phone As fingers again take the lead find the opening slip readily within probe, explore, **** find that place on your front wall yes, just that spot that's a little rougher and feels sooo goood Add a second finger working and ******* licking and rubbing moaning and gasping barely intelligible now ...yess...more...yess...ohhh are all that have meaning Finger three joins one and two then the pressure builds demanding release and shaking and thrusting grows to shuddering and...yes...yesss...sooo clooose ******* faster furiously till we both explode hearing each other's voicing of our ecstasy in language intelligible only in this one context Brains and voices return as we bask in the afterglow and what passes between us then in those moments is the deepest intimacy of all Cynthia Pauline Jones 01/02/2014