Weak-End.............(memories of "the moments")

     
     
"....brown skin, you know i love your brown skin      
i can't tell where yours begins, i can't tell where mine ends...."    
     
She sweetly said to me,      
     
"....last night,      
I didn't get a bit of sleep      
“Night Dreamin' “      
fantasies      
You and me      
making love      
     
all      
     
damned      
     
weekend    
     
Took a Friday morning flight      
arrived midday      
and by midnight hour      
you and I      
set out to devour.....      
     
...each other "    
     
Her words quickly      
captured my attention,      
bringing me around    
to a whole new dimension    
as she cooed about how her...      
     
 “..Hips softly sway      
like willow trees    
in a warm summer breeze    
intimately    
she climbs atop of me    
believing      
that my loving could….      
     
...heal her“      
     
     
…....pushing her across    
climactic peaks      
over and over,      
breathless      
unable to speak      
     
I'm coming baby....    
     
thick and rich      
satin and white      
the warm flow      
trickles down her    
fingertips....      
     
...all through the night    
     
tension and release      
we fall asleep      
inside each other's arms....      
     
...on a lazy Saturday morn    
     
"Let's take a shower"    
     
water hot, bodies on fire      
we make wet love      
for what seems like hours........      
     
"…..I melt, I feel so weak "    
     
 “...I shared a bath with an Angel      
perhaps it was just a bit more.........      
     
…........like a baptism      
     
weightless upon the water      
I breach her pearly gates.      
I press my hardness      
against wet lips,      
our bodies tremble because      
     
Love won't let me wait........“      
     
Moments in love,      
an unlikely breakfast feast      
Staring deep into rich brown eyes      
I no longer wish to eat food......      
     
….....yet I want to “eat”      
     
“She’s so damned sweet !!!!    
dark chocolate decadence      
Her eclair has been filled by my      
rich, thick, butter cream.      
     
Overflowing......      
     
.....she squeezes me tightly.    
Her hands indelicately handle      
my "tool"    
mouth salivating as her      
sweet tart begins to drool.....      
     
Scintillating......      
     
.......memories of  “the moments"    
     
we've made love      
this weak-end    
     
Salty, fevered sweat      
bodies pressed tightly      
She is so      
soft and wet      
     
Insatiable.....    
the color of our dreams.......      
     
…..that go so deep      
not yielding to sleep      
Damn!      
she is so      
heavy on my mind      
especially when she teases me about      
basking in the warmth of my sun-rise      
   
     
allowing myself      
to willfully drown      
inside the wetness      
of her beautiful,      
thick brown thighs...      
     
...the perfect storm      
     
we've both met our match      
this time    
this weak-end    
   
   
   
Special Thanks- to a special friend who lent a certain divine expertise to the discussion of weak-end "dreams"  Let's do it again....soon