In Passion’s Yoke
A breach, a panicked exhalation,
as did her heart leap from its place,
upon the sleeve and open,
and the fear in her glistening eyes
like a beacon, surmised,
this love that now disarmed her,
was as dangerous as its bliss.
And his eyes like piecing dark eternity,
did render her weak,
as radiant warmth crept slowly
to envelope all thoughts and sense,
and she, in warm embrace
did feel that last doubt fall,
and all of her surrendered.
One kiss is all it took,
for worlds to fade and surging fires
glowed within, her flesh electric,
her soul like a rose, so open
as sin did course through her veins,
wanting such a sweet refrain
to deliver her to complicit submission.
As breath shuddered,
and body singed by passion’s yoke,
her eyes barely open,
hardly able to grasp the pleasure he evoked,
as she was swept into its flow,
part of its deep red being,
teetering at the edge of climactic abyss.
As danger, so sweet and sumptuous,
excited more her flow,
she had never felt bliss as this,
so profoundly wrong, yet selfishly right
its perfection never known,
just a dream of fantasy,
to be used so completely in love.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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So passionate and beautiful. Fantasy is dangerous and real love is glorious. Beautifully penned work, Tony.
Much appreciated Phyllis, pleased you enjoyed it. Enjoy your day!
Wow, Tony…very erotic poetry. Great job.
Glad you enjoyed it John. Much appreciated.
Excellent Tony i was at the edge of my seat reading, very well done. I always like a good erotic poem, so much emotion involved in each word.
Pleased you enjoyed it Paul. Much appreciated my friend. Cheers!
Aw the splendors of sexual arousal. Two partners evolving into each others fantasy. All their senses are awakened, the flesh turns crimson, the heat pricks the hairs on the neck, the lips grow pink with desire and then the act begins, when does the play end, never sir, never. Bring on the wenches and let their bosoms unwrap before our eyes. More wine please, cheers. So well written my poet, you had me heading for a cold one, first the shower and then the ale;-)
Much appreciated Vincent, every now and then I’ll post some kind of erotica, as it is a challenge and not so easy to tastefully execute. Pleased you enjoyed it my friend.