if you sleep alone

Nothing like dreaming/wishing for these sensuous delights.  
I sensed within your thoughts and words that this was a  
"born again" love affair, which in my opinion is the absolute  
best kind. You penetrate over and in her your desires to  
reawaken her lust, and John, you do it all quite well. Good  
job poet!  

Then again, I may be all wet!

This is such a gorgeous piece!
Something very nostalgic about it....

"play your cun’tessa like Stradivari’s violin

play it; play it till it makes music!"

the concerto of passion nothing finer John..

stirring me deep with this beautifully done erotic..

love Crim

you took wicked delight in my moans, claiming
to want me in your mouth, in your throat, in your belly
& moaned in echo when I pulled you off by the roots
of your hair, not wanting our desire to end
in a sticky glaze on your tongue

love is brutal when I hovered over you like a destroyer,
my hands full of your naked, dewy flesh,
my mouth tasting the tips of your indelicate fruits
until it abridged the locking of our loins,
pounding like savages, speaking in foreign tongues!


Gorgeous lines ... Speaks of the savagery of passion in such eloquent tones  

This is so familiar to me : 'I pulled you off by the roots
of your hair, not wanting our desire to end
in a sticky glaze on your tongue

love is brutal when I hovered over you like a destroyer,'

yet when it left me, or I left it or however the story went on that occasion it always, no matter which way, left me feeling inadequate and missing a bit. I really enjoyed this, allowed me to go over old ground and take a new route. Thank you.

You rocked it John

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That final stanza and couplet are a symphony in and of themselves.
Beautifully composed, John.

"you took wicked delight in my moans, claiming
to want me in your mouth, in your throat, in your belly
& moaned in echo when I pulled you off by the roots
of your hair, not wanting our desire to end
in a sticky glaze on your tongue"<--- Oh my John! Good lawd, you got me letting out a moan. HAWT!

You orchestrated a beautiful ballad...this was dripping with seduction..take your bow Maestro :)

Fav line
"we held each other in the night
while the night held its own secrets "

What sweet music indeed, daring and playful.  Those last two lines were wonderfully sexy!

Masterful

Sir John, I gasped breath from the first to the last....one out doing the other...I can't even pick...all I can say is I pray I have room in my damned Thought Provoker Reading List....With love always - Taryn xoxo

That's a beauty!

Beautiful stoicism JF - fine write

Feddeler, your poetry belongs in a classy erotic magazine... if you haven't already been published. Somehow, I feel like your poetry has the women swooning and the men howling at the moon, which is a reflection of your skill with the genre. This poem is brilliant! I liked the slow buildup in the story, crescendoing with powerful imagery and the final stanza... I visualised Cun'tessa bowing to a standing ovation with flowers falling at her feet.

Sweet is the honey of such delectable lines...  I could nearly feel his heated touch upon her dewy flesh. A true transport for the mind's prudent means to encapsulate desire's intricacies and sensuality, and oft times so unabashedly sought. Always a pleasure, blue angel

Your form and control, good sire, are matchless. I have nothing more to say or add. Reading this has given me such a plethora of emotions. Thank you for the read.

Phoenix

You make me moan and yearn
inside.
..somewhere deep..but never
far out of your holding hands.

-

Beautiful

You have a way of capturing the mind of the reader from beggining to end.Good stuff.