Sensual Venus

She will not say the words, to express the way she feels, Caught within her head and heart, with harsh resolve of steel. The jaded mind that knows the risks; The heart that shields the day. Savor their time together... then tuck them all away. Forbidden, wrong and stolen, Three words all meaningless. To spend a moment sharing? Then call them truly blessed. The intimate may wither, The kisses soon may end, but take away the laughter, she'll grieve for you, my friend.

Friday, October 14, 2005

When our fantasy met sublime

My heart beat paced impatiently,
Gliding fingers down your throat.

Licking your seductive collar bones,
As you pant with sighness of desire.
You smooth my breast with your pair of anticipating hands,
As you bite my swollen arousing lips.
Its silky, its tender, I felt it.
As you suck my lips with your lovers bite,
Till all your soul is mine.
As we swim into our paradise of lust,
All fantasies met sublime.

As our sensual womanhood inter-twined,
We couldn’t wait no more,
How much more time shall we have to wait?
When our silk soaking thongs are wet.
As I lead on,
Penetrating my desire in you.
You release a sigh of pleasure.
And as you follow on,
You pierce your thickness in me.
I felt your wet index,
In and out, in and out.
Yes we heard it, our squeachy squachy wet.
You got me sexcited, ah yes!
Our pace speeded, our pants fastened..
Up and down, as our gliding progress,
I felt our nipples rub, our abs smooths
As our grips tighten, our stares harden,
Looking anticipating deeply in our eyes.
Both, we know, we are coming…
Pace pace-less,
Breath breathless,
As we scream for reaching pleasure.
We reached the peak,
I made your “O”, you made mine “O”
We gave a pant of release.
“How much I been wanting you”
You whispering to me,
As I end your sentence with my lavish kiss.
We embrace us with our silky arms,
Slipping under our lover’s spell, held by seductive charms
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Thursday, October 13, 2005

Is it a SIN?

Is it a sin?
I see you lazing there,

your smile tickles my ear
Your contour aroused me

and as I smell your neck,
Your sigh urging me on

as our flesh gleefullyseeks to suckle needfully
our each touching inch.
Your soft moan impatiently waiting
and upward archentices my dreams of kissing you
in and out
as you hold me to your panting chest
urging my tongue to drink deeply into your wet desire.
Is it a sin to need you?
To brush your nipples of wanting erection
brushing over my lips of anticipation;
to listen to your screams oferotica moans;
to serve in your wild satisfaction.

Is it a sin wanting you?