A to Z erotic poem challenge... D is for Dissolution ... Song poem

The power of music is just that.. Powerful...

A song can take your mind back to anytime of your life,

Good or bad in one beat of your heart...

This poem was written in "second voice", but the memory is mine,

And only mine...

Dark thoughts,

Dark memories,

Darken room,

In dark of night

Tears roam down the dark complexion of my face flesh,

Captured by my pillow case,

As thoughts of you, 

I,

Us, 

Trace through my mind,

While wondering,

Why?

Why wouldn't you stay?

Why did you leave?

Why leave me alone in the dark?

Your touch lingers,

On my flesh,

Its softness,

Its gentleness, 

Touched me so deep, it touched my soul,

It brought up passion hidden in the depths of my sexuality,

Passion that made tears cry inside me,

Unlike the ones that's now raining a wet trail down my face 

Memories of us still stand in my mind,

Memories of us holding hands,

Memories of us quietly talking and laughing while laying intertwined in the dark, 

Memories of sharing soft kisses, that seem to have no end,

Memories of my hands tracing your back flesh,

While my nails rake its surface to the color of red,  as the thrust of your sex inside me, touched me ever deep,

Your sex girth open me wide, on each gyration of the power in your hips,

The persuasion of your mind, opened my mind to acceptance of sexual latitudes

My voice softly moan your name,

In unison of your deep voice quietly moaning mine,

As we made the act of passionate love in the shadows of the dark

Deep breaths push the heave of my breast into your chest,

Nipples touch,

Sensations roar,

While fingertips roam,

Lips taste,

Breaths inhale,

As passion pain rain profusely inside our loins

I was inside you,

You were inside me, mind, body and soul,

But now my body awaken in the dark,

Feeling only my heart beating in the ache of sorrow,

My head resting in a rained soaked pillow case,

While my eyes search the the darkness of the room shadows,

Hoping once again, to see the presence of your body standing, watching,

Over me

Tears drop,

Mind wonders,

Why?

Why you didn't stay with me?

Why would you say you love me? 

knowing your heart did not,

Why did you leave me in the dark alone?

In the darkness, of my lonely thoughts...

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Saturday seduction ... Out of my hands .. Song poem ....

A song poem: A poem written from a song. It must be written in the rhythm of that song. It must contain a word or verse from that song. It also has to be written in the tone of that song...

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Sometimes a song will flash your mind back to yesterday, like this one did mine ...

Lips greet me tenderly,

Arms embrace squeeze me as if the delicate of my body would break,

Your voice whisper how much you love me,

But,

As my eyes look into your lying eyes, they say;

You only lust me,

You only desire me,

You only want to touch the soft swell of my breast,

But,

Its all out of my hands

Gentle hands unhurriedly unclothe me,

They touch me gingerly from head to toe,

They lay my body down with gentleness

Firmness of your soft lips suckle of my breast,

They ease down my stomach to the scent of my opening,

Your voice whimper how you haven't been this aroused since you were last with me,

But when my eyes look down into yours,

Your lying eyes say;

There were many since me,

But none that could,

None that would,

But,

Its all out of my hands

Tip of your tongue ease on my center opening,

Tasting the wetting of its sweet tears,

Feeling the way it convulse when the pink flesh of your tongue stroke against its velvet soft texture,

I would stop you, 

But,

Its out of my hands

Guttural voice utters how you love the way my hips gyrate in a perfect rhythm, as our bodies grind tight against each other,

The way the taut tug of my sex surrounds. then push and pull on the enormity of your swollen sex girth,

I want to stop all of this, 

But,

Its all out of my hands

While my lips stimulate your length to full blossom,

My ears hear your voice whispered groans, say how good it feels, 

How much you miss me,

How much you need me,

How much you just have to have me,

How you will always love only me,

But the scent flooding into my nostril isn't yours: 

Nor is it mine,

My eyes look up into your lying eyes, and they say;

You were just with someone else,

But they didn't satisfy you,

They didn't take care of your needs like I can, 

They couldn't satisfy your body wants like my mouth, my hands, the opening on my body hidden apertures could,

But,

Its all out of my hands

You enter me and open my womb to fullness,

Your drive into me deep often,

Until your release overcome your body senses,
My body convulse with yours,
But,

Its all out of my hands

Your body collapse and fall into a deep slumber,

When it wakens, you jump up and make excuses why you have to leave me immediately,

My mind knows better, but my heart has fallen hard,

If only your lying eyes would tell me you love me just once before your leave,

But,

Its all out of my hands....

Weeks later my phone continuously ring,

But I don't answer,

My mind doesn't falter,

My heart doesn't flutter, it just beats in a steady stillness,

Because,

The phone, is out of reach of my hands ....

Goodbye...

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