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Passion Marked Letter 2 U My Love......
…...an affinity
for the hues of deep brown flesh
tangled, naked and dark
held under a sensual duress
hard enough to arouse
a savage hunger
yet soft enough
to inspire an intimate touch
(the laying of hands on......)
unfettered naked bodies
twitching like a live wire
hot, buttered soul to soul
the lust between you and I
“such a fuckin' rush....”
to behold
I taste your flower, please
you taste me upon your knees.......du' jour
Why can't I have you bae?
Without fear of contradiction
I give no concerns towards him
nor lend no concerns regarding her
to brush my finger upon a moment
if only to get us through the night
a yearning to embark upon
your sexual splendor
to hold your spent body tight........
…...”it's morning and we've slept the night away
(in the huddled solace of our “quiet time to play”)
I won't tell a soul; no one has to know
just do me, with depth and artistry
flower my eros love,
aromatically sweet .......
fulfilling the desires of my heart
begging you to
simply open your golden doors.......
…..and let me in
Published 19th Oct 2022
Author's Note
......I felt you kisses upon my neck, both times :-) (......there is a very adult reading/presentation of this poem. To see it, just Inbox me)
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19th Oct 2022 6:54pm
Seductive write. Favourite lines:
an affinity
for the hues of deep brown flesh
tangled, naked and dark
held under a sensual duress
I taste your flower, please
you taste me upon your knees.......du' jour
…...”it's morning and we've slept the night away
(in the huddled solace of our “quiet time to play”)
an affinity
for the hues of deep brown flesh
tangled, naked and dark
held under a sensual duress
I taste your flower, please
you taste me upon your knees.......du' jour
…...”it's morning and we've slept the night away
(in the huddled solace of our “quiet time to play”)
