I was thinking, while the silk played my shoulders,
how I do love the curve of your lips,
when your smirk buries lust beyond my eyes.
You wrap me well,
sliding the band with gentle fingertips,
lifting me like a precious glass,
tying me off taut, dropping strands along naked arms
until I feel you, lips,
trace my neck move to my chest,
naked legs sensually slide my own apart while fingertips
tease my abdomen please,
stay here for some while, the feeling superb,
I don’t even know if I am actually erect,
your pulse on my body is a lovely command.
My wait affirmed as without reach or posture
lips encompass me with sweet result I nearly leap off my back,
yet your hands push me now, running my shoulders like a machine,
mouth, drawn, wet, tongue finding room and slide,
I am hard in your grip now, lost in a flurry of
whatever it is you do to me,
I cannot describe,
except that faint smile in my mind, as your body directs me
wherever you delight in causing gasp.
Soon I feel the cup of your fingers underneath me,
holding me with desire,
I wonder where the rest of you is landing while your mouth
plays me like the candlelight of a waxy moon.
Then it happens – I taste you, as your descent
lets me relish the beauty of you finally taking the time,
I chose her to be delicious, to be vulnerable, to appear lovely,
she could hear me breathe across the room,
I wanted her to settle her heart in anticipation to hear me freely
gasp while her beauty did my eyes consume
She was there only for the thrill of mystique, our desire
to play with a surreal notion of capture,
without worry she is confident no harm while the fire
of swift passion our bodies could endure.
Hers is a vulnerability meant to be designed with a care
for well being, a pleasant elegance is she
wrapped in silks, a lingerie a man would dream to dare
be the rapture of his fantasy only for free.
the blindfold in the moment to allow my rasps would direct
her hands to sweep her arms to taste an air
of sheer coveted need, as damp tease she could sense a perfect
opportunity now as wanton touch might dare.
I did glance the pensive expression on her lovely face
the sort that indicates arousal is indeed
of a quiet climax soon to moans and my own steady pace
would we together intermingle her lead.
For it is I the observer who steams along for this ride,
I watch as soon her beauty unravels a release
as when now our skin touch, sensation begins a tide
gentle storms select surreal … soft is her peace.
Open for you – you say!
you nasty mischievous gentle-man
ask too much of me you say,
oh to understand the waves of magic-man
if I part for you just a moment
to a glance might you smile or remain pensive
for that I want to know,
is it true you love to dance,
or are you wanting just to make me feel romance.
Oh, if I do wave my arms to act the swan,
will you allow me to gasp when underneath
the water’s edge
you will swoon – you know you can reach inside.
Oh will he, I want him too,
I want him to, I wish him to know,
how wet I will be again,
after waking from this dream today.
I can taste you,
syrup runs my cheeks,
I will stay here and let my tongue
soothe my slow slide
so damn good
wrap my teeth around your center,
a sip of simple pleasure,
why not reach inside to find the fruit,
that piece, that pie, that nougat, that you,
gasp, lips wet
ready to chew, yet only gently,
just to peal the edge of your need,
waiting, wanting, whisper such a tease
that your body may react to the breeze.
I want you to melt me with your desire,
taste me, twirl me, my fingertips have now …
wet, explosive journey inside,
time for that sweet sensational
swallow me, voracious now,
I will lick chocolate off your lips
while I kiss your beauty.
Hungry mouths anticipate
a longer sojourn of sweet pleasure.
Would you please if you want to help me
could you for the moment
let your fingertips draw lines
draw circles across the fabric
so you do
come alive before my eyes,
will you send your hand between your legs,
let me watch a tap upon your beauty,
let me wonder while I do become hard
in my own posture,
over here, with my smile,
my eyes seeming to flash in desire,
will you tap your fingertip,
so I might wonder how the pressure,
how much pressure,
how deep does your tap need to press
the denim of your skinny jeans,
whereby if I want to I can imagine all of you is
yes that is where I want you,
allow your legs to part as the heat begins to push
in a sudden moment,
did you mean to do that or was that a show,
for my eyes only
as now the button of your jeans pops,
another pops to reveal your arousal inside your panties,
right there your fingertip now finds a crease,
a reason to press on ,
while your lips part,
tongue suggesting where it might land
on the surface of my hand held desire.
Would you take that walk with me,
might I ever understand how your pleasure is simply marvelous,
beyond the touch I think I know,
I could always learn from you.
Shall we begin tonight?
rest upon pursed
gasp of pleasure,
a spread of legs,
fingertips pull fabric
ready to explode,
fingertips pull band to reveal
lips release a tongue
follows a beating shaft,
lips, pursed, head,
slow suck sweet,
while tongue inside plays,
lips, wet, smooth, tight,
wonder where we wander
close enough to
yet just nearby
feel me, feel you,
her, him, each
engaged, erotic, enticing
senses alive feel
I want you to,
yet, wait, I too
want to play,
to imagine just how