Between the silk and satin sheets
With hedonistic anxious beats
Amongst the bed posts made of pine
My heart has found a place to dine.
My heartbeats rise as we attract,
with lips to form a lover’s pact
Our souls to bind it with their pens
To have a “heart attack” again
A drought I’ve had of recent days
Immersed in wine and candle rays,
The thirst for you is paramount
with stiffened denim jeans no doubt.
My parched lips need a passion’s cure
The time away from you endured.
To liberate the appetite
of greedy lips to take their flight.
We’ve lost the words for making love,
So now I speak in subtle tongues
And knowing all the roads thereof
where pleasure centers live among.
I’ve written scripts escaping her,
The treasure map her pleasures were.
None of the like I’d wish to share
How oft her soul I’ve plundered bare
It drove me mad, her taboo curves
I longed the nights and yield of words
Forbidding me of countless times
to wake the sun between her blinds.
Her trembling hands that never tire
Her hot breath whispering lewd desires
With lit up fires along my skin
my ears on fire from within
I prefer the rain in my parades
It’s better wet and on display.
Her name eludes her this occasion
No doubt about the exploration
As fingers roam her body’s span
In drawing out poetic plans
With pleasure borne, she fails to breathe
My strength is now of dire need
The hands a perfect squeeze of breast,
A trip down low where pleasure nests
And watch her nipples stand up tall
Then pressed her hands upon the wall
On steady ground a rock hard storm
Into her loins the steam will form
And to her nest accepts the shape
The pine of ecstasy awaits.
We left in there a heaping mess
No sights on where I threw her dress
And me aside her sweating out
skin like slip and slide or thereabout.