Summer, warm breeze, floats through the black window screens,
Followed by the hue of red, blue, and bright yellow, of the sun rays running away from the dark that surrounds the glow of the moonlight
Anticipation,
Fear.
Wanting.
Excitement.
Torment my inner feelings,
As dear friends prepare to become forever-lovers
Kids that played cowboys and Indians,
Me, always the cowgirl tied up to the tree,
You, always the cowboy, coming to my rescue
I remember, the first time we met,
You, the new kid on the block, running down the street,
Me, running towards you, acting like I did not see you,
Head on, we met, and we both lost our two front teeth,
Not knowing that at that moment, life had brought us together, to become more than just friends
I remember,
Two friends, who bedrooms faced each other,
Two friends, who stood at their windows and shared the bright moonlight glow, in the still of the night,
Two friends, who kept each other company at the windows, as the thunderstorms shook their homes, with all its might,
Two friends, who loved the feel of the cool summer night breeze, as it gently flowed through their window screens, onto their tiny faces, as they shared a smiling stare of friendship.
But now,
A once boy is now a full-grown man,
Tall, sleek, muscular, gentle,
Embraces the soft flesh of a woman, whose once vertical girly figure is now full of feminine curves, whose once short curly hair now directly flows over the shoulder of an idealistic woman
Tonight, the moment has come,
A moment, I have waited for such a long time,
A moment where we become more than friends,
A moment, of a start of a new life together,
A moment, I have dreamed of most of my life,
Where you and I unite as one
Shaky fingertips, ease over washboard stomach,
As unsteady fingers stroke over bare round breast flesh,
A deep soft kiss steadied our nerves,
As a rush of lust gathers in our loins
Hearts race,
Bodies, presume the missionary position,
A memorable pain follows penetration,
A pain that turns into an unforgettable pleasure,
As the thunder of love, passion, and lust, rushes through our souls
I've been waiting for this, for such a long time,
Waited, all this time, to make love to you,
Waited, all this time, for you, to make love to me
Summer breeze gradually blows across our bodies,
As we lay close to the window,
Fingertips mesh as one,
As bodies intertwine,
Gentle deep strokes fall slowly in my mist,
Sensations of wants grip my soul,
Whispers of love, seek my ears,
As strokes of a genteel friend slowly falls between my legs, with the passion of a lover.
A lover, who unites us as one,
A lover, who like I, has waited for this all his life
Lips urgently greet deeply,
Hips gyrate hard, fast, and furious,
The sensation of his swell penetrating the dark depths inside me sends my body into convulsions.
Hips gyrate quicker,
Minds flash of the past,
A tied-up damsel, a hero, coming to her rescue,
A memory that will last forever, just like this moment of feeling his forthcoming
He is coming inside me for the very first time tonight,
A coming that consummates us as husband and wife,
A moment, we have waited for all our life's
A song poem is a poem written in a preferred form of poetry from a chosen song. It must use a phrase, sentence, or directive word from that song. It also has to be written in the melody, rhythm and dictated spirit of that song...
A song-poem is a poem written in a preferred form of poetry, from a chosen song. It must use a phrase, sentence, or directive word from that song. It must be written in the melody, rhythm, and dictated spirit of that song...
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,
Through the gaze of his eyes, he slowly 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.
Slowly, his touch,
Touched me,
A gentle touch that was so docile,
It makes me feel like a beauty queen in a mountainous white castle,
My soul felt the release of tranquil calm,
That made 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 had touched me,
As my body relaxed like a piece of driftwood, 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 no longer ponder, if he had remembered,
How to completely fulfill me
His delicate, 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 thunderous inner storm slowly rained all over him,
His lovemaking felt so darn good,
The bright moonlight had become dim,
As he slowly made sweet love to me
It's been near an hour every-since he was inside 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 made me creme until I just could not creme 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 could not wait for him to ejaculate 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 released inside me until my pink walls overflowed,
Staining, my new white satin sheets,
With the mixture of hot fluids of him, and me
Bodies dripping wet, in each other arms,
Subdue sleep covered me like a magical charm.
As my eyes slowly closed, a beam of hope eased slowly through me,
Hoping I would wake up to him, making slow sweet love, to me.
This is the original Song poem I wrote seven years ago. I thought it made a
nice ending to the new ones while letting the new readers read it. Thank
you to all that read them..
Because of this song-poem length and the fact I couldn't get the video to auto-play, 😒 you will have to put your cursor over the video and right click
your mouse. Click on the word loop, then click on play so the music will
play to the end of the poem. 😊
Two figures laid intertwined in the darkness of the moonlit room,while
listening to their chosen love song playing softly over and over, in
the dark shadows of the room
When the words "I need you more than my next breath" softly flowed
out of the darkness, my eyes glare fixate into yours, my thoughts
reminisced on You and Me,
As the song continued to play, the sexual Artistry of our love dance
employed in my mind:
The hug, of deep embrace
The kiss, of sweetness,
The deeper, profound kiss, of need,
Profuse sensations of want and greed flush through our bodies raced
across our extremities as the words "I need you more than my next
breath" slipped out of the darkness once again.
Shirt gingerly pushed off shoulders,
Pants slowly plunge to ankles,
Bra falls through unlighted air like a single fluffy snowflake is
drawn down to the earth cold floor,
Extracted pink panties lay disregarded across the bedspread,
Deep kisses flow like liquid water as tangled bodies come to rest on
top of warm cotton bed sheets.
As I heard the soft, sweet, crying tones of the
saxophone
My mind dwell on the feel of your soft flesh under my roaming
fingertips, tracing the outline of your full facial lips,
Easing over the smooth, creamy flesh of your taut full bosom,
Waltzing across the flat surface of your stomach,
Tantalizing the sensitive creamy flesh of firm inner thighs
When an outstretched high note softly wailed from the tenor sax, my
mind directed to the tone of the quiet, soft cries of your voice, as
my fingertips traced the clear of the moisture on your folds, then
stumble into the center of its pink origin of wetness.
Heard-was the saxophone tone dipping down and staying low. My
thoughts went straight to my earnest that now was deep inside the
tight confine of your sheath. Sliding, gliding in a sexual rhythm that
made your voice moan, your thigh muscles shiver, while pointed pink
painted fingernails become blood-red as they raked deeply across my
neck, back, and buttocks flesh.
As repetitive notes tenderly flowed out the flute of the saxophone
into my ear,
A vision of our bodies gliding in a smooth, synchronize sexual rhythm
flash through my mind,
My mind visualized our bodies easing slowly up.
Then gently down
Up
Then down
Sometimes hesitating on the down-stroke, as I grind my earnest in a
tight circle inside the warmth of your sheath,
Lingering sensations of your legs lifting then surrounding my waist,
while your heels rode on the roundness of my buttocks, still ripple
inside the spent of my loins
Eyes close as the image of the moonlight breaking through the dull of
the dirty windowpane, then shining on the glister of the moist flesh
of two bodies sexually dancing without urgency, on top of smooth, soft
cotton sheets.
A tenor saxophone wails soft and deep, as my earnest fall deep into
your soft swollen depths,
The deeper the sax tone, the deeper my earnest fall into the tranquil
warmth of your clear water,
The longer the saxophone holds its tone, the further the repetitive
strokes of my hips reach into the dark space of your wetness,
Sloshing, gushing sounds whisper into the air while our hips gingerly
collide head-on again, and again, and once again, as heartbeats beat
as one-united love
Your hollow space spasm on my hard affiliation, while your body shivers between orgasm waves rushing over your extremities.
After your lungs take a deep cleansing breath, your eyes give me the look of you what the position of dominance. I submit to your yearning by roiling over unto my back
Soft firm body straddles my harden length, then centers itself over its bulbous head
Slowly it lowers its center over the mushroom head of my
earnest,
As your body gingerly falls, my earnest pushed into the snug flesh of
your haven, forcing not only the air out of its pink space but also
forcing the air out of your lungs in the rhythm of the voices singing,
"I need you more than my next breath."
Moonlight trickles into the daylight, but the intensity of our
lovemaking held the sun's morning rays in the time warp of
night.
Swallowed are deep breaths.
As my earnest fall into your hollow,
Resistance - Tug,
Resistance - Tug,
Was felt on the circumference of my earnest as our hips continuously
rock back and forth in the rhythm of, "there are no tomorrows."
My eyes watch the writhe on your face, as my length disappear into
your depths,
They watch the bounce of your firm lavish breast as your body
levitate in the rhythm of the measured deep strokes of my hard
flesh,
They fixate on the sexual sway of your curvy hips while you ride slow
and gracefully on top of my body,
A visual that Intensify the lustful sensations rampaging deep inside
my loins
Quiet moans roar,
Deep groans soar,
Docile movements of your hips are no more,
As they become wide and pronounce
Your hollow swallow my length hold,
As your voice pleas for more,
From your center out, your orgasm starts,
From my center out, my wet orgasm pours into yours,
Releasing every ounce of my seed from my loins core,
While our bodies mutually shake,
Unmercifully quake
Bodies rest intertwine in the quiet of the room.
From the dark of the room, the voices of the music sing out.
"I don't think I never, ever really told you how much I need you. I
need you more than my next breath. Never will I ever leave you
because, honey, I need you more than the next breath I breathe.
"
Head lies on my chest,
Listening to the soft beats of my heart,
While your fingertips softly strum across the nakedness of my
flesh,
While our minds bask in the afterglow of lovemaking
Whispering voice articulate,
"I (have fallen) in love more than once
But every single time, it was with you."
Your body gradually turn and spoon your buttocks deeply into my body
flesh,
My hips retaliate by slowly grinding my pliant affection against your
buttock's flesh.
Once my affection becomes resolute, I follow your lead into the next
dance in the sedated rhythm of lovemaking.
Because of this song-poem length and the fact I couldn't get the video to autoplay, 😒 you will have to put your cursor over the video and right click your mouse. Click on the word loop, then click on play so the music will play to the end of the poem. 😊
Quietly I slip out of bed and ease
through the darkness of the room. Gingerly I wrapped my arms around my man's
firm chest and pulled us into an intense body kiss. When he turns around, his
hardness greets me. We smile at each other then I instantly lean down to bended
knees. My eyes were now staring at the wonder of his thick, long manly flesh.
Softly my lips cupped the left side
of his scrotum and lightly suckled on its smooth surface. A lung release moan
levitated into the air. Hands resting on top of his firm thighs felt them
tighten as my lips sucked harder on his scrotum flesh.
I never wanted to feel his cum fill
my mouth with his hot, thick seed as I did this moment. Just the thought left
erotic thoughts running amuck inside my mind. The visual image of the
velvet-soft flesh of his hardness, sliding past the resistance of my soft pouty
lips while easing deep inside the moist warmth of my greeting mouth, made my
body shudder in wanting. My mind delirious
After my lips surrounded his hard
girth with firm pressure, my head weaves back and forth, forcing a manly
gruntle-moan to lift into the air. The sensations of his girth velvet-soft
flesh repetitively sliding back and forth on the soft surface of unpainted
hungry lips entice my womb flesh to weep.
A sighing moan erupts into the air
when I pop his manhood out my mouth. Then he gasps as my tongue swirl on the
sensitive ridge on his shaft. My tongue thoroughly wet his thick shaft so I can
slide more of it deeper into my waiting mouth.
Inch by inch, his unyielding flesh
fell into the darkness of my mouth. Once I felt it touched the front of my
throat. I bob my head higher and lower on his shaft. Quickly, I found the
rhythm that made his baritone voice moan while his legs shivered. As his hand
pulled on the back of my head, it eased his hardness further into my mouth. My
actions and thoughts become engage in giving him maximum oral pleasure by
putting his orgasm on-the-edge and keeping him there. Not only to please him
with optimal satisfaction but to please me also. His voice moans adjectives and naughty
adverbs into the air while his hips pumped in the rhythm of my head bobs. But I
am not letting him off that orgasmic cliff edge until I know the fire in his loins is burning
red hot like the fire that is feverously burning inside my womb.
My right hand quickly drops between
my legs. My fingertips vigorously swirl on my Clt. I can feel my womb
lubricates breeching past my vulva lips as an orgasm promptly builds. While at
the same time, goosebumps rush across my flesh as my body muscles start to
tremble lightly. The light taste of his precum spills on my tongue palate as I
embrace the best of both worlds.
Head dips deeper and steady fast. His
breath breathes quicker, exhausting faster and more profound. His left-hand,
long fingers grip tight on my shoulder, as his right hand cupped the back of my
head while pulling it closer to him. My left hand reached out and grabbed the
bottom of his firm buttocks to steady my body. Rigid manly fiber slides firmer
into my mouth as his voice hitch, his slim-yet ripped legs shivered, while his
loins exploded in a rapid-firing ejaculation. That fills his fast-emptying
loins with rapturous burning sensations.
My body quiver and shiver as his
orgasm instantly triggers mine. My orgasmic moan is pushed back into my throat
by rope thick white sperm that was spewing hard and deep into my throat. But I
keep swallowing his thick substance while fingering myself to an end.
After not wasting a drop of his
life-giving seed, I slowly stood up. My legs lightly shivered from the
aftermath of my razor-sharp orgasm, but I quickly gathered myself, so I could
see in his eyes if he were pleased with how my lips made his mind, body, and
soul submit to the touch of my soft lips. His firm body embrace that took my
next breath away answered that question.
After our embrace, his loving kiss
enticed my eyes to close while taking my" next breath away." When my
eyes opened, I was looking at the man who loved me as much as I loved him. A
smile spread crossed my face as we exchange loving glances and thoughts of his
quote that infuse my heart while his love waltz through my mind. "I (have
fallen) in love more than once, but every single time it was with you."
And every time it was him whom I fell in love with again.
His strong arms lift my thick curvy
body as if it were light as a feather. He took me to the bed edge and laid me
down as if I were as fragile as a freshly laid egg. We cuddled and let our
minds drift into slumber while our never-ending love covered us like a blanket.
When I awaken, he was lying by my
side. What was supposed to be a stolen, soft, loving kiss turned into a deep
affectionate kiss that must have awakened the beast within him. Because when I
lifted my head, his eyes were wide open searching for mine, while his long
manly fingers cupped firmly around my right breast. The thought of what we did
last night is a never-ending thought that made the center of my being instantly
wet.
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