Disinclination (Stay) .... Sensual Song Poem ..

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Bodies deviate closer

As soft words of love, whisper into the calm of the air

Fever of passion beckon, our lips together

A cold sweat race through my extremities, as the sweetness of his kisses

Saturate my lips

Touch 

Undressed my clothes

Undress me complete, and whole

All the way down to the sanctuary of my soul

With indulging caresses, that eventually caress the mushy swell
Of my tight folds

My body dared

His caresses didn't care

As his docile touch made my voice quietly moan and  swear

While his tender touches, touched me intimately everywhere

Stay....

His hips gyrate

Their steady motion measured me

They measure the perception of my pleasure

They measure my body needs

Its insatiable greed

  They measured my indulges of the size of his prize

That rode fathoms deep, in the center space, between my thighs

They measure the willingness of my heart 

To give...

Fingertips, hold onto the flight of rotating hips

Deep breaths exhale, through open lips

As uninhibited sensations crash inside me

Leaving me with feelings of wanting

Needing 

More...

Stay.....

As he rides steady and smooth inside the precipitation of my ocean

My body followed his body every rise and falling motion

Wave after wave of sensations rush toward my shoreline

Making my mind wish one day, he would permanently stay mine

Each vigorous thrust of his hips, pushed my waves closer to the edge

Each passionate kiss, have my waves clinging to the edge ridge

Until my waves crest, and roll into the orgasmic climax of my...

Stay...

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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A to z erotic poem challenge ... D is for Decisive ... (Picture poem)

The full extent of the brightness of the full moon

Mooned at her

After exposing the fullness of her splendid glory 

She mooned it back ..

*A Picture poem is a poem devised from looking at a image...

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Mothers touch .... Remembering mom on Mother's Day ... Thoughts series ...

When God first let your being become life,

The first thing you feel, is the gentle touch of your mothers hand,

Touching, caressing you through her swollen belly, 

While tenderly talking to you

Then after you are born, she is the first to take you in her arms the very first time,

Where her scent, indents into your your mind,

Her voice, crowds your ears with comfort,

The tranquil of her love, is woven into your soul,

And from that first day to her last,

She touches you in ways you never could imagine

A steady hand on your shoulder as she teaches you,

A bosom cuddle to protect you from the rain, the wind, or just to reassure you when you were afraid, 

A firm hand that cupped your face, as her eyes stare, demanded your respect,

A hurting hand on your backside, as she taught you the consequences of wrong, verses right,

Which you learn its better to confess your wrong, then feel the harsh consequences of a ball face lie to cover up any of your wrong doings

You remember the hug that she gave you, when an outburst of becoming a man overwhelmed your senses of how hard her back hand could slap, 

But Instead of knocking you senseless, her hug welcomes the man you are to be, and let you know that he would also be loved by her,

Mothers always knew what touch you needed, be a gentle slap aside the head, that mean think with your mind the next time,

To the cuffed collar around your puny little neck, to let you know you better get your personal self being together in a hurry,

You never noticed how much your mother touched you, until those touches were forever gone

But even after she has gone,

Your mind can recall all her touches,

From the life learning ones, to the gentle loving ones,

The ones that wiped away your tears,

The I love you ones that she patted on top of your head that brought joy to your heart, a smile to your face,

The one she shook your hand with, to let you know she was proud of the man you had become...

Mom,

Your touches might be gone,

But your presence live on in my heart, 

My mind,

And furthermost, in my soul,

Your life touches will never be forgotten, 

PJ...

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Disinclination (Stay) .... A Song Poem .... Prose Poetry

Just A Girl wrote a beautiful poem to this song. It was sad, loving and submissive. Please take a minute to read this wonderful short poem...  http://iamjustagirl-lis.blogspot.com/2013/09/gentle-affliction.html

Thank you lisa for always stirring my pot. 

Bodies deviate closer,

As soft words of love, whisper into the calm of the air,

Fever of passion beckon, our lips together,

A cold sweat race through my extremities, as the sweetness of his kisses,

Saturate my lips

Touch of his, 

Undressed my clothes, 

Undress me complete, and whole,

All the way down to the sanctuary, of my soul,

With indulging caresses, that eventually caress the mushy swell, of my tight folds

My body dared,

His caresses didn't care,

As his docile touch made my voice quietly moan, and  swear,

While his tender touches, touched me intimately everywhere,

Stay....

His hips gyrate,

Their steady motion measured me,

They measure the perception of my pleasure, 

They measure my body needs,

Its insatiable greed,

  They measured my indulges of the size of his prize, 

That rode fathoms deep, in the center space, between my thighs,

They measure the willingness of my heart, 

To give...

Fingertips, hold onto his rotating hips,

Deep breaths exhale, through open lips,

As uninhibited sensations crash inside me,

Leaving me with feelings of wanting,

Needing... 

More...

Stay.....

As he rides steady and smooth, inside the precipitation of my ocean,

My body followed his body every rise, and falling motion,

Wave after wave of sensations rushed towards my shoreline,

Making my mind wish one day, he would permanently stay mine,

Each vigorous thrust of his hips, pushed my waves closer to the edge,

Each passionate kiss, have my waves clinging to the edge ridge,

Until my waves crest, and roll into the orgasmic climax of my,

Stay...

1Manview © 1999 – 2013