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Pleasure
a pink snowstorm in the folds
of your magenta shadows
the zen blossom’s heavenly
scent and ethereal curves
I polished your star to touch up
hollow nights with little sparkle
its dark shimmer below your
coveted pearl and silver moon
the hand soothed your
ravenous wonder for a brief spell
and the euphoria pet those lips
with erotic satisfaction
rapture as you cruelly tighten
your warm wonder fascinates
my consummate lover you never
tire of the feel and experience
your satisfaction is addictive
and stirs every delicious nerve
the plump goddess is ripe and
the nectar begs to be savoured
how anticipation throbs and
needs to be wildly imprisoned
to ride your fevered caress
in this carnal safari hunt
upon the early morning waves
in the midst of heavenly breaths
we’ll slip & slide and astrally glide
before the lone specious present
you will be turned upside down
reinvented from the smile to the brown
the sweet fragrance of you remains
as awakened wet ecstasy quivers
steady rhythm like a flowing river
melodies whispered on the wind
the reed is pressed to the lips
keeping time with every rise and fall
as each note is played gently
the fingering perfect brings forth
the sweetest of symphonies
culminated in a rushing crescendo
for the time being the foreplay
is over and now it’s time to fuck…
of your magenta shadows
the zen blossom’s heavenly
scent and ethereal curves
I polished your star to touch up
hollow nights with little sparkle
its dark shimmer below your
coveted pearl and silver moon
the hand soothed your
ravenous wonder for a brief spell
and the euphoria pet those lips
with erotic satisfaction
rapture as you cruelly tighten
your warm wonder fascinates
my consummate lover you never
tire of the feel and experience
your satisfaction is addictive
and stirs every delicious nerve
the plump goddess is ripe and
the nectar begs to be savoured
how anticipation throbs and
needs to be wildly imprisoned
to ride your fevered caress
in this carnal safari hunt
upon the early morning waves
in the midst of heavenly breaths
we’ll slip & slide and astrally glide
before the lone specious present
you will be turned upside down
reinvented from the smile to the brown
the sweet fragrance of you remains
as awakened wet ecstasy quivers
steady rhythm like a flowing river
melodies whispered on the wind
the reed is pressed to the lips
keeping time with every rise and fall
as each note is played gently
the fingering perfect brings forth
the sweetest of symphonies
culminated in a rushing crescendo
for the time being the foreplay
is over and now it’s time to fuck…
Published 6th Jul 2022
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Favourite line, as one that would perhaps best caption the picture:
"the nectar begs to be savoured"
Seeing both the poem and its picture has inspired me to post a poem 'Getting Up To Getting Up' I wrote a week or so ago but was unsure to post it. However the picture accompanying this poem could easily fit mine, which I hope to post in this section shortly
"the nectar begs to be savoured"
Seeing both the poem and its picture has inspired me to post a poem 'Getting Up To Getting Up' I wrote a week or so ago but was unsure to post it. However the picture accompanying this poem could easily fit mine, which I hope to post in this section shortly
