Saturday seduction: My star ... Sensual poem

In the darkness of the room, my eyes follow the moonlit silhouette of naked curves of your body with the firm round breast that barely bounces, as hips swivel in a slow provocative dance of desire. You step out of the moonlight into the total darkness of the room.

But loving eyes can see you through the dark.

They watch your body deliberately move in the steady slow rhythm of the music up to the bed.

My hand reaches out and let your body gently land against it like it would if you were a songbird landing on my open hand, to sing sweet music into my ear.

But instead of hearing your musicale voice sing, 

I hear the calm beats of your heart, slowly beating inside your chest.

Quiet beats I can hear if you are near or far.

Tenderly I pull you into the bed next to me under cover of red satin sheets, 

Where I anticipate hearing your swallowed screams when my tongue quenches its thirst between your wet cotton soft seems

Screams I will listen to all through the night until the sun has risen high.

And while you hold back your screams, my upper body shall rise because I love to watch

Watch the way your big brown eyes cry.

While your voice inveterately sigh

As our hips gyrate steady slow in a tight circle,

Thrusting the unflexing penile between my thighs

Deep inside the wetness of your hollow

While your hips affectionate gyrations precisely follow

As we make tender love between soft red silky sheets

Until our bodies are exhausted to the point, they fall asleep.

I love waking up to you in the morning.

It is like dipping my hardness into hot coffee, 

With enough volume to fit me like a snug glove

Which happens only to couples who are genuinely in love

You do not have to say you love me.

Because of the way your body emotions make love back to me

Says it all

Desire is my longing thirst.

Lust is my soul hunger.

Passion is my wanting of your undeniable love of me.

Your love is the absolute of it all.

I wake up in the morning to see that you are still lying next to me.

I wake up in the middle of the night to make sure you are not a rotating dream inside my mind.

They say men are incapable of loving any woman this hard.

Only because they have never been in love with a star

A star that beams its love twenty-four-hours a day

A star sent from the heavens just for them, 

Like you were sent, just for me.

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