This poem was written for couples like myself, who has been together for a long period of time, and tend to let life get in the way of love making...
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Slowly, gently,
His lips tenderly brisk past my cheek,
As he slowly, deeply, inhaled the scented essence of me
Lips slowly embrace with a moist soft kiss,
It was long, and tasted as if his lips had been sweet honey dipped,
Then he slowly laid me down on warm silky white satin sheets,
That covered our big brass bed,
With just the stare of his eyes, he slow-ly, undressed me
Buttons on my blouse, long fingertips did reach,
Then slowly, and gently breached,
Exposing the firm frontal round flesh, of me
Fabric that covered my body whole,
Slowly fell to the plush carpeted floor,
He slowly pulled my soaking wet panties down,
Leaving me naked for only his eyes to see,
He slowly undressed, and became butt naked like me
A gentle touch that was so docile,
It make me feel like a beautiful queen, in a mountainous white castle,
My soul felt the release of tranquil calm,
That make all my insides feel heavenly warm,
Showing me why our love had survived all life's unpropitious storms
My mind quit counting the sacred places his slow soft touch
As my body relaxed like a piece of drift wood, bathing in the warmth of the morning sun, while floating in calm waves of the vast blue sea
Soft slow kisses between my swollen folds, made my body slowly tremble, wIth exquisite waves of pure ecstasy,
Which made my mind to no longer ponder, if he had remembered,
How to completely fulfill me
His soft slow lingering licks, made my heart skip between beats,
While making my inner seems heavily leak,
As his hardness slowly fell deep inside me,
My inner thunderous storm, slowly rained all over him,
His love making felt so damn good, the bright moonlight had become dim,
As he slow-ly, made sweet love to me
It's been a hour every-since he was in me,
Slowly thrusting deep, inside my pink sea,
Slowly bringing up my sexual essence,
That I held on tight like it was my first ever Christmas present
Slowly my back arched then bowed,
As the first of my orgasmic sexual releases flowed,
He slowly make me cum, until I just couldn't cum anymore,
Reasons why my mind, body and soul adored,
The expectancy of his prowess, of making sweet slow love to me
As I felt his palpitations increase,
I couldn't wait for him to cum deep inside of me,
Fill my seems with his white creamy hot cream,
But he just kept slowly, making sweet love to me
He slowly made love to me until my face glowed,
Then with a deep graveling moan, he came inside me until my pink walls overflowed,
Staining, my new white satin sheets,
With the mixed hot fluids of him, and me
Bodies dripping wet, in each other arms,
Sleep covered me, like a magical charm,
As my eyes slowly closed, a beam of hope eased slowly through me,
Hope, that I would wake up to him, making slow sweet love, to me...
A Song Poem: is a poem that is written from a song, using a phrase, word or sentence from that song. It must also be written in the melody, rhytmn or spririt of that song...
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