I've Got You

Your cherry red lips invite me to kiss

Feeling the soft sensation

The wetness of your mouth

Is enough to make me want to

Trace my lips gently

Along your gracefully curved neck.

Your elegant fingers run through my hair

And your head is tilted backwards

With your mouth open in a silent scream

As my hand glides slowly up your leg

And I touch you for the first time

You wrap your legs around me

Drawing me into you like a spider would a fly

My heart beats faster as I come to know

The true extent of your angelic beauty when

Every inch of your bare naked body

Becomes mine to play with

And when your body starts twitching and trembling

And you’ve completely lost control,

When you’re paralyzed in paradise,

I’ll be right there with you baby.

I've got you.

When Lights Are Low

I run my fingers through the silken tresses of her hair,

as eager eyes meet, I can hear the melody of our desire sing,

while candid, endearing thoughts pass between minds without speaking.

Fresh as the morning dew sparkling on an autumn morn,

a harmony of feminine splendor inundates her inner being.

A halo of need seems to hover above us, highlighting,

as a moonlight night, delicious and delightful, subtle

nuances of incredible feelings, that fill and spill over into our lives.

And in the early evening, when lights are low, and clothes are strewn

with careless abandon, I cultivate the precious petals of her flower.

Enticing the fluid of rapture as nightfall claims this world, its trials;

cannot abate the honey from flowing in a remarkable shower of

delirious desire and wanton lust, felt between us both;

our innocence forsaken in the throes of sensual delight,

delicate yet intense in it's discovery and deliverance.