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.
I stared into your eyes
My heart pounding in my chest
Beating for your touch
Wanting to kiss your lips
You stared back at me
Breath heavy in your lungs
As your eyes close
And you moved your head to mine
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.
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
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,