Saturday seduction: Love awaken - Sensuous Prose poem

With an unclothed body, I gingerly ease into the bed under the softness of a cotton sheet. Once settled, my mind anticipates how my spouse will awaken me when he returns home from his late hours at work.

My fast-paced mind comes to a jog as I lay in the darkroom illuminated by rays of the moonlight. Moments later, heartbeats become slower, my eyes close, leading my mind to the quiet darkness of sleep.

I do not wake up to the feel of a soft cotton sheet gradually easing down my naked body. Or the cool air that circulated my body a moment later.

I do not wake up to the docile touch of fingers delineating the roundness of my firm middle age breast with wide nipples that reach out to meet his alluring touch.

I do not wake up to a single finger tracing the long smooth scar that runs horizontally across the lower center of my stomach flesh. That a surgeon had to cut open to give birth to our only child. A small sacrifice to bring new life to this world and unparalleled happiness to our lives

A dormant sigh slips past my lips as his shoulders slowly ease between my legs, then slide up between the thickness of my thighs.

I do not wake up to the fingertip tracing my vulva outer lips. But when the warm tongue tip of my spouse slowly moved elusory into my vulva slit opening, burning electrified sensations coursed into my mindset, enticing my big caramel eyes to open slowly.

Inflated lungs gasped while my body tensed from the erotic pleasure surges flushing through my womb walls, then rushed into my loins. Moments later, I heard a familiar voice softly moaning while my thigh muscles shivered as the length of a tongue slowly slithered into the warm moisture of my sexual canal. 

Blue cotton sheet crumbled in the grasp of my fist tight embrace as surreal sensations held my body captive.

Open wide eyes watch the top of his head weave up and down in the rhythm of wanting rotating hips. As his tongue tip slash and dash over every square inch of my delicate sexual space, my whispering voice calls out his name.

His tongue slithers into the wetness of my womb walls, then pulls out, 

It darts back in, then pulls out as it explores for my most sensitive spots. Once it uncovers a sensitive area, it attacks it with vigorous, direct hard lashes. My spouse's undeleting tongue strikes bring my body close to release, but suddenly he slacks his attack that places my body in a holding pattern. Just as my breath catches up with my lungs' that is deep searching for air to breathe, his body quickly glides between my legs.

Half groan, half moan reverberate in my throat as his manly pride enters the sanctuary of my sexual throne. The phenomenal feeling of first penetration and my womb walls stretching as his rigid penile pushed its way down the smooth wet corridor of my sanctuary caused my eyes to water from the wonderous feeling of it. Once satisfied with the depth of his hard substance inside my womb, his hips gyrate vigorously.

Passion lust thrust slams my body deep into the bed mattress on each profound rotation of his hips, compelling my body to bounce up and down on the bed like a Child's rag doll. My voice grovels as it begs him not to stop his assault as I feel my release reaching for the light of departure from the dark depths of my sexual soul.

Each rotation of his hips brings me closer to closure.

Closer to orgasmic pleasure

Closer to the realization that it is not his rigid manly size that has captured the sexuality of my being

It is not the mastery of his prowess that embellishes the passion and lust I have for him.

It is not his superiority of lovemaking that has me begging for continuous. Nor the firm tug of my pink intention. That is always ready for his penile entrance. And surely not the soft curves of my very average human flesh. 

It is not the sweetness of my lips embrace that lingers on his.

It is not the deep thrust he puts in every rotation of his hips gyrations.

It is the love he has for my mind, intellect, and creativity

It is the love he has for the character of my being, the giving ways of my heart

It is for love I have for him that overflows my heart in such abundance

Its overflow fills the depths of my soul completely

It is the purity of the love he gives to me that has captured my body, my heart, and soul. Which is the only love that can awaken me from my dream of him. 

But foremost, it is the way he shows his love of my good, my bad, and my ugly every minute of every day. A love that heightens our lovemaking to the optimate level and amplifies everything in the life both of us shall share for an eternity.

©1ManView