he bathes my wanton senses
saturating them with his intensity
so addictive…
so nourishing…
it’s become a part of me
he pins me to the weight of my convictions
holding me accountable…
to my own beliefs and needs
asking little…
and knowing he’ll gain everything
each time he spreads me…
nude and flagrantly exposed…
open to his scorching gaze…
confident I’ll never look away
I’ll always stare into the flames
slick with shameless wanton
aching with yearning
he lights my blaze
and then fans the flames
arrogantly using my poesegraphilia
but never against me…
no…it’s for us both…
seeding our passion…
feeding our conflagration
braced on the strength of his certainty
scorched in the depths of my avidity
my succulence desperately drenching
he presses the point of his intention
delighting in the writhing of my spine
as I stain sheets with sensual ink…
back-building pressure intensifies
I feel the surging of my blood…
the swell of licentious need…
a mere taste of the flood yet to come
agitated by the storm of his expression
a furor unrelenting…
enticing and exciting…
pulsing with his seductive aggression
knowing my addiction…
to his skill…
his passion…
his diction…
feeds our memorabilia
his movements become verse
his rhythm rocking me
hard onto his eager throbbing…
challenging us both to do better
savoring every syllable inspired by his endeavors…
collecting all my gasps and exhalations
still pushing for more…
he demands…and I deliver
it isn’t in me to disappoint
it’s a fact…
and he’s keenly aware of that
I burn for his carnal sensations
he takes me beyond salvation
where walls become water…
and fire rages within…
blazing through these flooded halls
the pulse of my desperation beats
heavy with voluptuous greed…
he does that to me
when the tide of his pressure…
sends me tumbling over…
lost in the falls…
I rain poetry…
upon his waiting tongue…
Certainly warmed me up.
Nicely crafted and erotic writing from you.
Fact or fiction matters not one jot….either way it’s very good.
🙏
I’m not sure my mind works well enough for fiction that looks like this. 😂 He inspires… Thank you, Peter
Damn! I had to use potholders to handle my laptop! Woo hoo!
I like the way that you made it heated but maintain it articulately. It’s through the brain before it reaches the nether reaches, obviously. A writer who recognizes that is a formidable wordsmith, who is a spider in their own way, of weaving a web.
Really well written. Your craftmanship here is stellar.
You made me blush! I was thinking about how the poetic mind roams and the places it goes. When the inspiration is fire, the words become a blaze. He does that to me. At some point, moments become words…immortalized in poetry. And I am deeply affected by my poesegraphilia. Thank you, Styxian
Passionately penned, Willow. Another excellent write that quickens the pulse my friend. Great arrangement as always. I heard some piano and strings in there. You know how to make your return..with fire. This was brilliantly done. Appreciate you.
Damian
I think I’ll miss the details and satisfaction in pulling together a song from my poetry. But what’s currently sitting in the vault is all there is. Anything new will be words on screen, nothing more. I was feeling a little spicy when I posted this one. Thank you, my friend
Chère W.,
I believe I came across your lovely writes in DUP?!
Anyway, I love this one to bits. Gentle and forceful, what more can one ask?
Warm regards, Gus
You might quite possibly stumbled across me from time to time on DUP. I was there off and on for years kicking around in the corner. Thank you so much, Gus