Longing to feel the pleasure of your blow
as I hold the rod of your love. My dear,
I know our roots will not go much deeper.
For now, like atoms, I want you as near.
The breathy touch, so tentative,
The answering squeeze
All beams and tiptoes as we trod
“The dream’s come true”
The curtain nearly volunteered
To close itself.
Slowly, shyly, she opened herself a fraction to him.
He leaned in gently, caring, considerate at first,
not wanting to alarm or frighten, this her first time.
Then he became more insistent, more passionate.
She returned his ardor as he slipped in further,
wrestling together, slipping and sliding,
unrelenting, until she could stand no more.
The whirring of the fan caresses my breast, hardening the nipple.
His eyes flash mischievously before lowering his head,
the lightness of his tongue dances along my throat,
inching its way closer, my skin tingling with anticipation.
Instead, he throws back the sheet, exposing me completely.
I gasp, try to pull back but he throws it to the floor.
We are lost in the field,
the tall flowers tickling my body
as I make my way down to the stream.
My dress flowing with the wind,
made from a curtain of silk
that I bought on my trip to the city.
Tonight the crisp air pierced me into excitement,
making it apparent that when I think of you
my body obeys.
My naked body contorts
Against your own pale flesh
Trapped between you and the cold wall
As shivers run down my spine
And your hard prick sinks slowly
Between my legs
I cry out with pleasure
Kissing you deeply
You swallow my moan
And make it your own
Until it led me into exploration,
all I wanted was to feel that sensation.
That titillating penetration
that can only come from that one creation.
Statuesque, build with muscles or slender physique
white, milk or dark chocolate, yes they’re all me.
This insatiable appetite can only be fed
by giving in to what my body says.
A powerful passionate poem.
I lust after the geometry of your being,
poised on top of me to explore,
like a birthday present waiting to be
u n w r a p p e d…
I pull you closer to me,
closer than the spaces of our kisses,
defying distance dividing the contours of our flesh
until we become
consumed with the fire void of chaste intentions,
slaves to the urgency of the moment
Just friendly verse
The innocents of it all.
Was a volcano of passion
Ready to erupt.
The brush of our arms…
Next thing you knew
Our lips were locked
In a fiery kiss.
With an animalistic thrust
I pinned you
To the wall
My hand reached
Up your skirt
Letting your panties
We sat in the warm beach sand
Basking in the sun
I sat between your legs
My back pressed against your chest
Your fingers caressed my leg lovingly
And you spoke softly in my ear
I turn to look you in the eyes
As you whisper adoringly, words of love
Our eyes meet in heady passion
And your hand goes to my neck
Bringing me in for a breathtaking kiss
That leaves my toes curling in the sand
We end the kiss with a small laugh
And you smile, dimples gracing your cheeks
I run my hand through your hair
Loving the way you lean into my touch
Thoughts Flowing Like Water down your back
I want to kiss your neck with shivers
Tightly held, putting you down as you rub my 6pack
Biting your lips as your eyes cross mine and lock
Tongue rubbing down your spine slowly down your thighs
Kissing your feet, fingers scratching down our backs
I would breathe
if I could but
that would mean
letting you go.
So I hold a
gala for you
in the echoes
of my mouth.
As you dance
across my palate
I begin to savor
the sweetness of you,
As the water dripped from your muscles the heat became more intense.
Passions were burning like the pits of fire on a cold winters night.
Glances were exchanged with a quick fluttering of the eyes.
A daringly explicit, erotic poem by Rei.
Speaking gifted expressions
in a lost language
You inspire me
to write for you
I rise to the divine condition
and elicit carnal positions
No longer thinking
Animal instincts take over
I never stop scratching
I leave as many marks
as climaxed urges
I’m a savage
you make me
wanna eat you
A primal need
She shimmies past on heels that won’t end,
latin legs luring me closer and closer.
The music drifts throughout the club,
the sultry beat matching my heart’s tempo…
She slinks onto the floor, hands on her hips,
pouty lips beckoning to me from afar.
Wild beats and wicked movement,
begging and pleading without a word,
as I sit there, gaze riveted on you,
I cannot break the link between us,
and I don’t even want to.
Latin legs luring me to the end of the line,
as I stand and move closer,