Claudia - love your poetry, very strong
He's there when I close my eyes-- his splendid body bronzed and muscled, His shiny black hair curly and tousseled, His lips full, soft and sensuous. I feel him when I dream. He knows me so well, knows just what I want before I know it myself. Fulfills desires I can't even voice yet. Well-schooled in the arts of love, he knows when I want him to love me slow and sweet with tender, sensual kisses. Then, this man who kneels to no one, slips down to his knees before me and gently peels off my clothes. I feel his hands and lips moving up my legs, on my soft white thighs, until, unable to wait another moment, he smiles up at me with heavy-lidded dark eyes glittering with sensual need and says he needs to taste me and his hot, hungry mouth is there at the juncture of my thighs until my knees give out and we slide to the floor, then I feel his velvety hardness sinking into my silky wet softness as we begin the primitive dance. Trust me, let go of yourself completely, he says as I surrender to his heated embrace. He knows when I need passionate, devouring thought obillterating, breath stealing kisses and intense, dominating loving; the thrust and draw, the Plunging and impaling of exquisite ravishment until I'm gasping for breath and my heart is about to explode He knows, too, what I need as I wander through the desolate badlands of my scorched soul and holds me tight in wordless acceptance as I fall into his arms, soaking up his comforting embraces like the parched earth after a long needed rain. |
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