Small kisses trailed up the neck
slowly turn into tiny nips
and suddenly breathing is just a little bit harder.
Nails drag slowly,
roughly
down sides and across skin.
Our eyes close and our lips touch.
There is no love greater than this.
I can feel my heart beating faster
as your fingers trail across my chest
and across old scars.
My back arches and small noises escape
followed by whispered “I love you”s.
Bit by bit, my clothing is removed,
my hands above my head,
my belt around my wrists.
I plead with you and I watch you smile
with passion and satisfaction,
yet still your response is “No.”
Fruits of seduction placed across my stomach
a whipped cream and chocolate dream.
My mind races as my head goes back, soft gasps
and sharp exhales working themselves in and out of me.
My pleads increase in number as I watch you.
Your tongue cleaning me of sweetness left behind
across my torso.
A smile and a yes, “I need you, I want you.”
Your clothes intertwine with my own on the floor
and our eyes meet for one last moment of sanity.
I am yours
and you are mine
in this sweet caress of lovers bodies.
















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I could see everything.
Slightly better diction would make it more "feelable", though. Make us, the readers, FEEL the belt digging into the skin, the breathing...plunge us into it, no mercy!
Other than that...bravo. Is this your first one?
I'm sorrryyy.
You know when I do it, it is cause I'm jealous of your poetic sex life..
SEE! I poked fun at myself instead of you/the poem.
Besides, I love this.
Cause I'm a perv, and I love you and the way you write. I'd love it if you wrote about cow shit. Okay, I'd think you were weird, but hey...it is the thought that counts right?
"Your tongue cleaning me of sweetness left behind -across my torso."
That must be a long way, across that torso!
I CAN'T HELP IT. You are .5 skinnier. I have to be mean.
You love me, and you make jokes at my expense too. So we are even.
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"If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it."
- t w i l i g h t
Anyways, it's about SEX!
Like I was sayingggg, it's sex. We gotta poke fun at youuu.
Not that I write poems about this, but I couldn't bring myself to submit them. XD I guess I'd be emberassed, mainly because I'm 15?...
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I go inside =balloons
LOL HAI.
I think I thought a little too much about what some of my friends might say...but I'll let that go next time, I promise!
Thank you
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Awww, you looooove meeeee?
One thing though...I'm so not writing about cow shit.
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