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She Came......
Last night, she came
to me
for me
with me
it's been so long since I've felt the need....
foreplay....
…..we sang sweet harmonies on Friday
danced the night away Saturday
and on Sunday, we shouted “Hallelujah”
spiritually
and as the clock chimed it's way
into the mid of night,
came a gentle knock on my door
I sheepishly got up to explore
the possibilities that I could not ignore
dreamin' and prayin' that......
“Hey Mr. Sexy man”......words spoken in a soft, seductive kind of way
presentation.....
….a Burberry trench coat
and little much else beneath
black french lace and high heels
accentuate her tiny feet
the allure of her “Guilty” scent
a perfect flowing mane
exquisite pearly white teeth
she is simply classic
and two decades younger than I
she pulls her warm, sultry body close
against my chest
“I want you so bad.....and I can't tell you why”
making love.....
…..she follows me inside
closes the door
as we cross the threshold to the boudoir,
she drops her coat there on the floor
I lift her petite body
and lay her gently upon my bed
we
make love,
cooing and playing,
exploring all that I've been missing
hugging and kissing
ferociously fucking her body
feeling almost criminal
being the object of desire
for a woman so much younger than I,
“holding back the years.......”
….between her thighs
I lay down my head
lust taking over
she presses her hips firmly
down into the comfort of my bed
and I
“....taste the love that I've been missing
sometimes love takes a long time
I taste the love, I'm gonna' take a
chance for love, wait for love.....wait for love”
paradox.....
(why am I still
thinking,
longing,
wanting
you.........?)
Published 30th Mar 2015
| Edited 31st Mar 2015
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31st Mar 2015 11:21am
Whooa. There's a back and forth feel to most of your work, and when that energy is slightly adjusted to forward-and-higher-lower, with no sense of slowing down, then that final emotional precipice delivers so much impact. It's an invisible wall that could stop the juggernaut. Which, for a rude awakening feel really shows masterful use of bending the reader after leading them. It's subtle handwork like that which makes your craft stand out. I hope to reach that place someday.
