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Wicked Nights
I have had that dream again,
the one wakes me up flashing hot,
a light sheen of perspiration on my skin,
leaving me bothered and somewhat distraught.
I writhe and twist, my bed clothes are in a knot
and my skin feels warm and sensitive to touch.
Mmm… what sweet agony these dreams can be
for they leave me wanting, waking unhappily.
Damn! I hate nights like this, a woman’s anathema,
morality dictates one thing, society as well,
my body’s riotous behavior, malferma;
this is truly some unseen powers’ contrived hell.
My bed is soaked, my sheets damp,
sodden, my sleep shirt I discard on the floor mat.
Involuntary feelings, images and sensations,
a prelude to wicked nocturnal emissions.
What to do, what to do?
Relief is not defined the same way by everyone,
women in know undoubtedly understand,
the so called “relief” delivered by ones hand
is only foreplay on demand, a physical party of one.
The true answer is, a union of the flesh
a passionate all consuming congress,
to be worshiped manipulated in ways that you enjoy
tasted, savored and nibbled on, all manner of delights employed.
Purposeful caresses and lights touches ignite a fire with no equal,
slow climbing the summit without hesitation,
yet there is no hurry, a mutual endeavor unparalleled,
knowing that such prowess are highly favored.
Mmm… baby, do you understand?
This for the extremely grown and sexy,
children need not apply.
Maturity has its own method to the madness,
knowledge that from books and movies you cannot derive.
Making love is a practiced art,
a woman has to be coaxed, brought around,
this is an art, foreplay is not a dirty word it is a must,
to the unschooled, something unheard of.
Her body needs to be fine tuned like an instrument,
this is for mutual enjoyment and, essential, is trust;
to know your lover, their responses and delight in their reactions,
derive pleasure from their unbridled passions.
What you give will be reciprocated in like fashion,
that includes in the mind and passionate emotions
when lovers joust and duel to join, neither acquiesce,
culminating in orgasmic explosions.
Ahh… but these fantasies are neither here nor there,
this is just one more among many long nights,
my own extraordinarily cruel personal plight,
it will pass, it always does and no worse for ware.
Gypsy Red
7/3/2012
the one wakes me up flashing hot,
a light sheen of perspiration on my skin,
leaving me bothered and somewhat distraught.
I writhe and twist, my bed clothes are in a knot
and my skin feels warm and sensitive to touch.
Mmm… what sweet agony these dreams can be
for they leave me wanting, waking unhappily.
Damn! I hate nights like this, a woman’s anathema,
morality dictates one thing, society as well,
my body’s riotous behavior, malferma;
this is truly some unseen powers’ contrived hell.
My bed is soaked, my sheets damp,
sodden, my sleep shirt I discard on the floor mat.
Involuntary feelings, images and sensations,
a prelude to wicked nocturnal emissions.
What to do, what to do?
Relief is not defined the same way by everyone,
women in know undoubtedly understand,
the so called “relief” delivered by ones hand
is only foreplay on demand, a physical party of one.
The true answer is, a union of the flesh
a passionate all consuming congress,
to be worshiped manipulated in ways that you enjoy
tasted, savored and nibbled on, all manner of delights employed.
Purposeful caresses and lights touches ignite a fire with no equal,
slow climbing the summit without hesitation,
yet there is no hurry, a mutual endeavor unparalleled,
knowing that such prowess are highly favored.
Mmm… baby, do you understand?
This for the extremely grown and sexy,
children need not apply.
Maturity has its own method to the madness,
knowledge that from books and movies you cannot derive.
Making love is a practiced art,
a woman has to be coaxed, brought around,
this is an art, foreplay is not a dirty word it is a must,
to the unschooled, something unheard of.
Her body needs to be fine tuned like an instrument,
this is for mutual enjoyment and, essential, is trust;
to know your lover, their responses and delight in their reactions,
derive pleasure from their unbridled passions.
What you give will be reciprocated in like fashion,
that includes in the mind and passionate emotions
when lovers joust and duel to join, neither acquiesce,
culminating in orgasmic explosions.
Ahh… but these fantasies are neither here nor there,
this is just one more among many long nights,
my own extraordinarily cruel personal plight,
it will pass, it always does and no worse for ware.
Gypsy Red
7/3/2012
Published 3rd Jul 2012
| Edited 4th Jul 2012
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3rd Jul 2012 11:08pm
An exemplary example of a human moment evolved quite lucidly and fearlessly put there in word.
3rd Jul 2012 11:11pm
My dearest friend your opinion means the world to me, I hope it was not too much. Thank you very much reading my piece.
4th Jul 2012 00:17am
no, not too much much at all, of earlier words exchanged dear friend did make me consider of how a writer needs must have some bravery within their words
4th Jul 2012 6:03pm
4th Jul 2012 1:16am
Sensual without the gutteral, primal sexual that seems to fill the "erotica" pages.
"This for the extremely grown and sexy,
children need not apply.
Maturity has its own method to the madness,
knowledge that from books and movies you cannot derive".
I like your ability to paint a picture that is highly enticing, a suave dance of delights with delicate precision. Beautiful
"This for the extremely grown and sexy,
children need not apply.
Maturity has its own method to the madness,
knowledge that from books and movies you cannot derive".
I like your ability to paint a picture that is highly enticing, a suave dance of delights with delicate precision. Beautiful
4th Jul 2012 2:11am
Mr. ken, I can assure you that you will never read anything from me that I would be ashamed for my children(who are grown)to read. I don't feel that writing something sexy, sensual or passionate requires, a vulgar graphic blow by blow diatribe of descriptive body fluid slinging to make it more interesting.I think if you truly respect this art key word is art then the challenge is to say what want to say with beautiful words. Thank you so much.
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4th Jul 2012 2:13pm
LOL I think everyone has them at one time or another. Thanks again for the great comment and for stopping by.
