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Skip Those Dishes (Softly Surrendered Part III)
Red Is The Colour
Defenseless and attuned
to the vibration,
penetrating the day
a whisper
"meet me"
He skips the shave,
knowing she prefers a little texture
Summer's heat
hangs around
and he decides simplicity
will only highlight
the tone of her preferred attire
Rolled up sleeves
of a basic white dress shirt,
and a thin, black dress pant
She likes to see his curve,
the one pronounced
in anticipation
of these evenings together
Passion swells to the vision
of her tucked
into that red dress
amply displaying
every mesmerizing feature
Skipping dinner
preferring to lock bodies
into that comfortable serenade
of a private room
in the corner of an amplified city
Gracing her lips to his
transferring the colour
like blush to his skin
A firm hold to her hips
cheek to cheek
and back to searching mouths
that delight in the winding tension
Smoothing her palm
against his protrusion
working the fabric of his pants
into solid standing
Turning her around
and moving with her
responsive sway
edging her dress
above thighs
higher still
to bathe
him the glory
of her supreme bottom
perfectly separated
by that red strand
forming into a thong
Hooking his finger
drawing it away
to let her feel
the cool air
before pressing
his length
inside
the syrup
of her seductive yearnings
Moving with him
hands move
up her torso
to breasts
pressing them together
before one hand
reaches further to
carefully hold her throat
Gyrating against
each concentrated drive
she coaches him
deeper into
her core
her moan
beckoning
the urgency
to engage
in this primal
display of attraction
Always crucial
to be on time,
to conduct such evenings
blurring the outside world
and purging the stressors
to lie together later
sedated and connected
instead of squandering
precious hours
to simply get there
A reversal of rituals
far more nourishing
than tradition,
and always allowing
time for just
a little more
Skip Those Dishes (Softly Surrendered Part III)
Based on the poem
Red Is The Colour
by poet ©2021 Tenderloin
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/358741-red-is-the-colour/
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I must humbly thank Poet Tenderloin for allowing me to utilize his poetic works of art for this three part odyssey
Defenseless and attuned
to the vibration,
penetrating the day
a whisper
"meet me"
He skips the shave,
knowing she prefers a little texture
Summer's heat
hangs around
and he decides simplicity
will only highlight
the tone of her preferred attire
Rolled up sleeves
of a basic white dress shirt,
and a thin, black dress pant
She likes to see his curve,
the one pronounced
in anticipation
of these evenings together
Passion swells to the vision
of her tucked
into that red dress
amply displaying
every mesmerizing feature
Skipping dinner
preferring to lock bodies
into that comfortable serenade
of a private room
in the corner of an amplified city
Gracing her lips to his
transferring the colour
like blush to his skin
A firm hold to her hips
cheek to cheek
and back to searching mouths
that delight in the winding tension
Smoothing her palm
against his protrusion
working the fabric of his pants
into solid standing
Turning her around
and moving with her
responsive sway
edging her dress
above thighs
higher still
to bathe
him the glory
of her supreme bottom
perfectly separated
by that red strand
forming into a thong
Hooking his finger
drawing it away
to let her feel
the cool air
before pressing
his length
inside
the syrup
of her seductive yearnings
Moving with him
hands move
up her torso
to breasts
pressing them together
before one hand
reaches further to
carefully hold her throat
Gyrating against
each concentrated drive
she coaches him
deeper into
her core
her moan
beckoning
the urgency
to engage
in this primal
display of attraction
Always crucial
to be on time,
to conduct such evenings
blurring the outside world
and purging the stressors
to lie together later
sedated and connected
instead of squandering
precious hours
to simply get there
A reversal of rituals
far more nourishing
than tradition,
and always allowing
time for just
a little more
Skip Those Dishes (Softly Surrendered Part III)
Based on the poem
Red Is The Colour
by poet ©2021 Tenderloin
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/358741-red-is-the-colour/
Mini-Production Brought To You
By
Another K Production
I must humbly thank Poet Tenderloin for allowing me to utilize his poetic works of art for this three part odyssey
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