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Come lover...
Come lover; let us awaken the brash boldness of your youth,
that wonderful spontaneity that has long been overlooked,
the riotous passion that once was everlasting,
and your licentious appetite that is weary of abstaining.
The impetus that many considered uncouth;
I yearn to revel in its delights with you.
Allow me to reignite the spark of ardor in your eyes,
stoke the conflagration of your desires till it reaches the night sky.
Whisper wicked sweet nothings into your ear,
as you adulate the soft curves of my body with zeal.
Knowledge is our greatest power and acquisition,
with it we can now create new sensual definitions.
Stroke, taste, smell and luxuriate in the feel of loving
without insecurities, wondering if we know what we are doing.
Experience, never squandered, has taught us extremely well
how to create the finest and most profligate sexual spell.
The thrill and splendor of your mature masculinity,
creates a lustful hunger that refuses to be ignored easily.
The slowly sensual ballet that before you unfolds,
as I remove my garments is a delight your eyes behold,
the smoldering fire in them cannot be denied,
time has done nothing to perfect their disguise.
The desire made evident by your virile rigidity,
makes my state of mind race with wanton proclivity.
You approach me with an urgent masculine gait
pinning me against a wall in your desirous state ,
your kiss is deep and full of power, leaving no doubt,
the intentions you have no need to speak about.
Our body language is an exquisite idiom all its own,
expressing every nuance of the passion, now full blown.
We follow this inclination down its path to the core
of languid tactile sensations, exuding desire from every pore.
My body hums to the tune, you on it play, obfuscating,
any and all thought of, this sinfully delicious torture, escaping.
I luxuriate in the delirium of my ever growing desires,
as you castigate me with wicked manipulations, creating this fire.
You revel in sheer licentious pleasure at my response,
seeing its evidence ooze leaving its tell-tale mark.
We relish this time away from the ho-hum and mundane,
no need to rush our lusty amusement in any way.
We have learned to appreciate the finer things in life,
slowing down to the savor bouquet of our sexual appetite.
Your scent, physical profile and the virile masculinity you exude,
the way you hold me in your powerful grasp a license you accrued;
molding your body to mine in ways that have no equal in my mind,
disciplined in every way in control, your every movement refined;
the strength that ripples and moves just beneath your skin,
speaks of years of conditioning and honing your body has been in.
You will not be rushed through the best part yet,
deftly guiding me to climax is your ultimate quest.
Once your goal is achieved you follow up with majestic copulation,
satiating both our hungry needs in fervent coital adoration.
You roar your passionate affirmations and lustful dialogue,
As we ride the wave of ecstasy of our passionate physical love.
Basking in the afterglow, the culmination of our gladiatorial love combat,
exhausted laying in each others arms being swept into a blissful pitapat.
The pillow talk that proceeds is congenial and tender,
whispers of the unforgettable sensual splendor,
sharing each other, exchanging needs and wants in ways so sublime
that we shall have it emblazoned forever in our individual minds.
that wonderful spontaneity that has long been overlooked,
the riotous passion that once was everlasting,
and your licentious appetite that is weary of abstaining.
The impetus that many considered uncouth;
I yearn to revel in its delights with you.
Allow me to reignite the spark of ardor in your eyes,
stoke the conflagration of your desires till it reaches the night sky.
Whisper wicked sweet nothings into your ear,
as you adulate the soft curves of my body with zeal.
Knowledge is our greatest power and acquisition,
with it we can now create new sensual definitions.
Stroke, taste, smell and luxuriate in the feel of loving
without insecurities, wondering if we know what we are doing.
Experience, never squandered, has taught us extremely well
how to create the finest and most profligate sexual spell.
The thrill and splendor of your mature masculinity,
creates a lustful hunger that refuses to be ignored easily.
The slowly sensual ballet that before you unfolds,
as I remove my garments is a delight your eyes behold,
the smoldering fire in them cannot be denied,
time has done nothing to perfect their disguise.
The desire made evident by your virile rigidity,
makes my state of mind race with wanton proclivity.
You approach me with an urgent masculine gait
pinning me against a wall in your desirous state ,
your kiss is deep and full of power, leaving no doubt,
the intentions you have no need to speak about.
Our body language is an exquisite idiom all its own,
expressing every nuance of the passion, now full blown.
We follow this inclination down its path to the core
of languid tactile sensations, exuding desire from every pore.
My body hums to the tune, you on it play, obfuscating,
any and all thought of, this sinfully delicious torture, escaping.
I luxuriate in the delirium of my ever growing desires,
as you castigate me with wicked manipulations, creating this fire.
You revel in sheer licentious pleasure at my response,
seeing its evidence ooze leaving its tell-tale mark.
We relish this time away from the ho-hum and mundane,
no need to rush our lusty amusement in any way.
We have learned to appreciate the finer things in life,
slowing down to the savor bouquet of our sexual appetite.
Your scent, physical profile and the virile masculinity you exude,
the way you hold me in your powerful grasp a license you accrued;
molding your body to mine in ways that have no equal in my mind,
disciplined in every way in control, your every movement refined;
the strength that ripples and moves just beneath your skin,
speaks of years of conditioning and honing your body has been in.
You will not be rushed through the best part yet,
deftly guiding me to climax is your ultimate quest.
Once your goal is achieved you follow up with majestic copulation,
satiating both our hungry needs in fervent coital adoration.
You roar your passionate affirmations and lustful dialogue,
As we ride the wave of ecstasy of our passionate physical love.
Basking in the afterglow, the culmination of our gladiatorial love combat,
exhausted laying in each others arms being swept into a blissful pitapat.
The pillow talk that proceeds is congenial and tender,
whispers of the unforgettable sensual splendor,
sharing each other, exchanging needs and wants in ways so sublime
that we shall have it emblazoned forever in our individual minds.
Published 3rd Aug 2012
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Anonymous
3rd Aug 2012 8:43pm
Sensual ballet of youth is so well written here, Red.
Strider :)
Strider :)
Thank you so much my friend but the couple in this piece is of a mature age particularly the man, maybe I have to look at it again and make that clearer. Any ideas? Thanks for stopping by.
Red
Red
Anonymous
3rd Aug 2012 9:35pm
Hmmmmm,let me think.......oh, thank you, Red. :0
3rd Aug 2012 8:49pm
A very tasteful and classy write Gypsy, the best kind of erotica I find. Excellent pen.
3rd Aug 2012 8:56pm
Thank you sweets you and yours and, one other helped inspire this piece, lolol Do I need say more? Thanks for the great comment.
Red
Red
3rd Aug 2012 9:10pm
No need to say more lol. I'm flattered to be part of the inspiration to such a fine write.
I got it that it is the youth within you speak of. And my pleasure.
I got it that it is the youth within you speak of. And my pleasure.
3rd Aug 2012 9:45pm
Fizzing with an unhurried graceful wealth of mercurial passions and here’s a thing (my opinion) Your take on sensual matters is done with much more aplomb than the likes of E L James (life’s unfair like that) An admirable write.
3rd Aug 2012 10:05pm
I am glad you found this to your liking my friend, of all you are the one I worry most about as far as sensitivity is concerned. Thank you so much for your lovely comment.
Red
Red
3rd Aug 2012 10:04pm
oooh Gypsy... this smolders with passion and desire that is mature and respectful at the same time. You I now thee dub.... Queen Of Erotica Done Right!
LOVE IT LOVE IT!!! Yee my loyal subjects are to be commended for being so cool! Thanks girlfriend You the utmost coolest of all!
Red
Red
4th Aug 2012 1:33am
Red, mature love rules! "Basking in the afterglow, the culmination of our gladiatorial love combat, exhausted laying in each others arms being swept into a blissful pitapat"
"Love is a battlefield" - Pat Benatar
"Love is a battlefield" - Pat Benatar
4th Aug 2012 1:39am
Mature love is the bomb!!!I got that song its one of my faves! Thanks for stopping by to read and comment.
Red
Red
4th Aug 2012 1:34am
THIS is the finer thing of life. You put your dancing shoes on as you wrote this.
Sensuality defined.
Sensuality defined.
4th Aug 2012 1:41am
Spank you, I mean thank you lolol your shoo shweet! glad you enjoyed it I do love dancing...
Red
Red
Anonymous
4th Aug 2012 6:41pm
Hi Red
This was a phenomenal poem.
You demonstrated your strong points as a poet by your use of words and phrases which were very sophisticated.
You demonstrated your ability to write eloquent, elegant and tasteful erotic poetry.
You have both depth and breadth as a poet.
Bravo
Peace
Kitty
This was a phenomenal poem.
You demonstrated your strong points as a poet by your use of words and phrases which were very sophisticated.
You demonstrated your ability to write eloquent, elegant and tasteful erotic poetry.
You have both depth and breadth as a poet.
Bravo
Peace
Kitty
4th Aug 2012 7:16pm
Awww thank you so much kitty you are too kind, I do try very hard to create something to be enjoyed and to be proud of, I am glad you thought so highly of my piece.
Red
Red
