Rapturous ecstasy - Erotic prose poem

Deep

Into my abyss

Of sexuality  

Your rigid substance profoundly infiltrates.

Enticing

My voice too audaciously moan.

From the rapturous ecstasy

Of sumptuous sensations

Bombarding the actuality of my being

 

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Spring has sprung -Prose poem ...

Night spring air had a chill to it. But in the middle of a cornfield, they stood hand and hand, smelling the early crisp spring air, and looking up into the clear, night sky that brought them to their favorite spot to watch the show of illuminating stars.

Thick blankets, pillows, and a telescope were all they needed. The moon was the planet they chose first to look at. Its bright white glow was even more romantic in the view of the telescope than glancing up at it. 

They found Mars, Venus, and Jupiter with ease with the portable yet powerful telescope. They cuddle and trade soft kisses as they took turns searching the stars above.

With quietness, he laid down on a blanket and watched her as she searches the sky for more stars and constellations. His eyes watched her auburn-colored hair glow in the vivid moonlight as it blandly blew in the air. Every time she found a different planet, she would laugh with a burst of child-like laughter then shiver in excitement. She took a deep, loud breath when she saw the planet Venus, a treasure in the sky to her. 

Watching her was a fondness of his. He loved the way her hips smoothly swiveled as she gingerly swung the long telescope from one position to another. How she touched the neck of the scope with so much tenderness seduced his mind to think wayward thoughts. 

She had been so excited she had not realized he was lying down watching her. When she turned her head and found his eyes fixated on her heavenly body and not the ones above, her face spontaneously blushed. When her eyes located that broad smile with the wide-open eyes stare, he uses as he watches her intensely, to this day it still takes her breath away. 

Watching her always had a sobering effect on him because only a few people in this world can be so happy to be doing something enjoyable simple. Which usually meant they had a big heart with a lot of love to share. Which was why it only takes a glimpse towards her to feel the bountiful love she always shared with him.

A cool breeze came out of nowhere sent her scurrying into his waiting arms. She shivered on his chest as he pulled the thick blanket over them. A soft kiss touches the side of his neck. Then one landed on his cheek. When he turned his head, expecting to see green eyes glaring at him, she stole a sensual kiss from his lips. 

The glance their eyes held on each other engages as one. After years of loving one another, silent voices spoke volumes of love to one another. 

A gentle touch rolled her soft body slowly over to its back. Manly fingers grasped the helm of her ankle-length dress and pulled it up to her waist. They unzipped his pants and released the onerous burden her soft kisses created. 

His long slim fingers pushed the moist crotch of her panties to one side. He laid his heavy burden on the face of her feminine opening and thrust his hips gingerly forward. As his swollen affection slowly fell down the soft, moist path to her Milky Way, the brisk spring breeze carried away a loud profound gasp that Interrupted two hoot owls who were talking in their unique language of love under the brightness of the moonlight. 

When the scream of an eagle burst into the air. Love touched everything in the path of the north wind.

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Desire - (love me for eternity) Prose poem

Massive clouds of steam emitted from the water as raw passion explode from their internal love of each other, burning desire deep into their souls while igniting the texture of their flesh on fire

Moaning, groaning, deep breaths echo's in the warm air as they lose their orientation of place, and sense of time, while ignoring all who may be around them

Lips melt on flesh hotter than lava as their bodies lock in a lustful embrace.

Necks, shoulders, breasts are licked and suckle. 

While splashing, diving, half drowning, they try to put out the lustful flame as their minds and souls, consumed by throes of passion.

Kiss, touch, pull, nails rage across flesh that bleeds the color of red. But to put out desire, lust must be doused with nothing but the purest of passion.

Legs spread; harden flesh lowered as their bodies balance on the water edge.

Penetration on one's face, as the other one thrust with animalistic rage

Up, down in a rhythmic wake of raw passion, their bodies bounce on top of each lustful wave

Moans, groans, an eagle screams high into the sky as a baritone voice rumbles into the depths of the sea.

Stiff breeze combs the water edge.

The massive steam gradually clears, and all you can see is a ripple in the outgoing waves that breakdown and dissipates as it enters into the open sea.

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Subliminal .. Sensual prose poem (revisited)

Asleep, she lies under satin linen in a lethargic breathing rhythm.

Formation of small breast imprint into the sheets

With tattle tale of disk-shaped nipples

The slight of her smooth stomach led a trail to the width of her thick thighs.

Attached to symmetrical legs that beckon me to their center

As I stand quietly gazing at the sight: envy of the soft satin material lightly brushing against the softness of her flesh trigger resentment through my extremities,

Along with resentment of the person who loves her, bares into my soul.

Enticing a smirk to form on my face

Knowingly that the person is no one:

But, myself.

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