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Why Cries The Satyr In Cypris
“.......sometimes when we touch
the honesty's too much
and I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna' hold you till I die
till we both break down and cry
I wanna' hold you till the fear in me subsides”
Why.....
...when I'm on top of you,
you're on top of me
when we are inside each other's space
so very deep
the words and thoughts you disdain
become as easy as Sunday morning...
…..and as second nature as calling my name?
It matters not the moment is the
epitome of “My Romance”
The seduction of your tender kiss
that coy smile as you sneak a side ways glance
at the moment that I come inside
the music starts, the dance begins
in syncopation
our bodies freely slip and slide
the metamorphosis starts
what's beautiful becomes delicious sin
your eyes burn red with desire
from the fires deep within
lips that whisper breathless
tender words now scream
obscenities of decadent erotic delights
that we dare dream.......
the echoes of things that reveal themselves
on the eve of sensual, romantic night
Why is our love so wet?
Through hazy, intoxicated eyes,
I watch the words
form on your lips,
lewdly executed Freudian slips
and I do not believe.....
Shadows
of sensual silhouettes display
that which is unspoken
I bend your body
you wrap your legs around my neck
plush thighs grip my torso
the recoil of my long sword
in and out of your core....
…....and I pump your *well* just a little more
raining down upon
this union of darkened souls
loves generous platform
moving across the wood floor
crashing against alabaster walls
I am drawn deeper
into your black hole
of sensual delight
our bodies contorted into shapes
ethereal, elliptical motions
otherworldly sounds of intense pleasure
depths neither chartered
or measured
…....and the hedonist high priest anoints us both
I the wretched Satyr and you, Lady Cypris
a slave to the powers
held within the delta
of your sable land of thighs
Why......
…....do we collapse in the throes
of a broken synapse
heaped wet sheets
momentary lapses
in time and space
and the lips
that have uttered profanely
yet now they speak names
in love.....
wrapped up in
the wanting of
this now to be forever.
The “whys” of why I Love Only You......
Published 13th Jan 2014
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13th Jan 2014 5:28pm
Thank you for your honesty babe......xoxoxo
......a story of why dissenting views are always spoken and then completely broken in the truth of heated, unbridled passion. Almost invariably so......sigh : )
......a story of why dissenting views are always spoken and then completely broken in the truth of heated, unbridled passion. Almost invariably so......sigh : )
13th Jan 2014 6:05pm
yes, yes,....the editing changed the flow and romanticized it. Still has depth of the 'hardcore' heated passion, while remaining soft....Xo
LOL.....your seem to have a certain affinity for the soft, impassioned writes from my pen although....
......harder lines are sometimes very good things ; )
Thank you as always for your critiques and suggestions. Much respect to you Lady Rain
......harder lines are sometimes very good things ; )
Thank you as always for your critiques and suggestions. Much respect to you Lady Rain
13th Jan 2014 6:21pm
You know me....
I like to experience porn, look at porn...not read it. But you have many followers who seek the 'harder lines' that drip from your pen. Nothing wrong with making them happy....
I like to experience porn, look at porn...not read it. But you have many followers who seek the 'harder lines' that drip from your pen. Nothing wrong with making them happy....
13th Jan 2014 6:26pm
.....so there is a voyeur in you. Always wondered about that. Creatively and visually stimulated. Very Nice.......
13th Jan 2014 7:28pm
The giving and taking...the many how to...MrM, perfection in pleasure' written. 'How do I love thee...'comes to mind. Enjoyed the read.
13th Jan 2014 11:46pm
Where do I begin?...that was more than an amazing journey. .I was flushed and found myself smirking a flirtatious grin...wow..you did that!!!
17th Jan 2014 12:23pm
14th Jan 2014 1:40am
Freaking hot the art and sensuality of sweet lovemaking and passion all in one sweet write . Love it .
17th Jan 2014 12:25pm
17th Jan 2014 6:36am
".do we collapse in the throes
of a broken synapse
heaped wet sheets
momentary lapses
in time and space"
oh i luv that stanza and how it ties in with the fraudian slips and the quote at the beginning.. "momentary lapses" being things folks slip up and say..or soul speak as the old folks call it...this makes me envision a unintentionally blurted out i love you by lovers in the throws of passion...Beautifully crafted ink Mr M..enjoyed!!
of a broken synapse
heaped wet sheets
momentary lapses
in time and space"
oh i luv that stanza and how it ties in with the fraudian slips and the quote at the beginning.. "momentary lapses" being things folks slip up and say..or soul speak as the old folks call it...this makes me envision a unintentionally blurted out i love you by lovers in the throws of passion...Beautifully crafted ink Mr M..enjoyed!!
17th Jan 2014 12:27pm
Thank you beautiful blue poetic desire. I believe that there tends to be more *truth* in those blurted unintentions than one may realize....
