Or-L

Or-L                                                           
 

Sensual expressions, tongue-twisted kiss
Trailing down to burn on the inner thigh
While warm breaths awaken all the senses
But still the soft-lipped kiss is denied...
Would you accept such a kiss from my lips
Arching your back with a shuddering sigh
To strain and moan, curling with pleasure
As ocean-soft hair spills over your thighs...
Feather-brushing with the waveless motion
Of tongue-painting along an outlined vein
Fingers tangled in silken washed splendor
Heart-pounding rush, pulled back at the reins...
"Shhhhh, baby, slower," whispered so gently,
Streaming exhales to soothe throbbing flesh,
Mural of two bodies now pressing together,
Sliding slow-motion to merge, sweet distress...
Would you paint me then in soft tender colors
Or vivid bold strokes that tear through the frame?
What memory would linger in light and exposure....
True art, or a haphazard stain?

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Robert, you captivate such erotic lovemaking so well; I love the part where you mention the arching of her back as you make love to her--this is so artistical and profound with intuitiveness of the female lover. --won't say more, xxoo, mishel