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Thursday, July 9, 2009

Love Dexterity .... Prose Poem


Why are you rolling away from me?

What do you mean by, we are done for now?

Is it because the extension of me is no longer flaccid?

But, that's all this is, an extension of me, not all of me...

My eyes still see your inner beauty, and the outline of your heavenly body

My nose still smell your body essence

My lips still yearn to suckle on the pillow softness of your body

My tongue is still rigid and wet and awaits my command to tease, to please, to dip and slip up and down your hills, then slip in and out your valleys

My flexible fingers are still itching to touch the smoothest of your skin with

a light, soft, touch

I said I was going to make love to you, and it's obvious that you have never made complete love before, because if you did, you would know that now is when the love begins, right after the first passion wake had spun

Now come closer

Let me touch you

Let me run my fingers through your hair, let my fingers embrace your face

If we are done for now...

Why are you shivering from my fingers caress?

If we are done for now...

Why is your back arching off the mattress, as my mouth suckles on your pillow soft breast?

If we are done for now...

Why do I feel the touch of your hands pull on my head, while your soaring nipple, fills the root on my mouth?

If we are done for now...

Why is it I feel your legs tremble under me, as my tongue slowly slides down your rib cage?

If we are done for now...

Why do I hear a muffle squeal escape past your hand, as my tongue runs down your thighs tender inner seems?

If we are done for now...

Why are you cooing, as my wet tongue slips over your swollen womb lips, while your fingers filters through my hair?

If we are done for now...

Why does one of your legs wrap around the back of my head, as my tongue slips past your warm moist gates, your hand squeeze mine tighter, as my fingers caress your round firm breast?

If we are done for now...

Why does your body arch upward, your breath is loud and raspy, and your hips gyrate like they're on a swivel?

If we are done for now...

Why does my head fill like it's in a king cobra grip, as it's pulled in tighter on your womanhood, so, my rigid tongue can plunge deeper past your swollen lips and slide deep inside your ever flowing pink haven?

If we are done for now...

Why do I fight to keep your squirming body straight, your moans get louder, as your hips move faster, your clit vibrate with sensations, as my breath is taken away

If we are done for now...

Why does my head fills like its being crushed, your body is rocking and trashing the bed apart, my face is being flooded with your womanly juices, and, you damn my name?

If we are done for now...

Why does every spasm of your body jerks my head upward, your fingers try and pull my hair out, you whimper and sigh out loud, then, your body spirals down into a big heap?

If we are done for now...

Why are you breathing faster than a thoroughbred, your eyes fixated on my throbbing, long, round, black, inflexible, extension that's bobbing up and down in front of your haven gate?

If we are done for now....

Why are you still reaching for me..?

4 comments:

  1. Also loved ur blog! Thx for visiting me :))

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  2. Que fome me traz as tuas palavras.
    Tenho sentido a tua ausência.
    Beijos

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  3. lovely, thank you,
    I must try and feed you more...
    kisses...

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