Re-enter a conquest
from six years past.
My skin recalling
his touch.
A primal throb
deep within me
thrusting me back into his arms.
His mouth upon me
adept in his skill,
rapidly overcome by wave after wave,
I lose myself, head fuzzy, body twitching,
basking in the afterglow of orgasm.
My body still wet and wanting,
he enters and fills me.
Each thrust reawakening my desires
for this.....raw passion.
Intense pleasures
experienced with no other,
given to me repeatedly
with no expectation of reciprocation.
Such a treasure I have found in a man.
His goal is to please me;
to indulge me in the pleasures of the flesh,
no strings attached.
My body begs for more
when we are apart.
Addicted to the high he gives me,
I go into withdrawal,
pacifying myself
until next we meet.
"My body still wet and wanting, he enters and fills me."
ReplyDeleteLove that line! Amazing poetry. Can't wait to read more
Dear Temptress, your poem echoes my sentiments
ReplyDeleteat this time about someone I was involved with
and now feel much differently in my heart.
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WoW! Sensuality at its best! Very nicely done.
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