CMLseries~ Touch Crusader

They are rare; the Men of whom sensual legends are made.
He is one. He is Legend.
He is a...
Crave Maker

   “On feather silent steed of want
    In passion’s ride to love tryst lands
    He finds, dismounts; lays down his claim
    The quest that ends in His seductive hands”

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she senses...

His first touch.
Wind swept embrace, silk kissed;
slumbering passion’s soft awake;
nudged with tepid trace of lure
under twilight’s marbled tent
Moon’s sword- edged, gleaming smirk;
this Crusader’s celestial torch;
His ten touch tribute’s ally

she feels...

His second touch.
On endless bladed blanket thick
of true voyeur envy green; beneath
black gauze, pillows plumped evening sky
Ten tiered caress; hand straddled stealth;
a flesh warm promise pledged;
fingers’ murmured vow of ecstasy
at lust filled journey’s awaited end

she wants...

His touch again.
Deliberate crept course of teasing five;
time cruel titillations suddenly halting.
Five mounts break from taunting strut;  
her short gasped breaths now longer strides  
in matched mount pace; galloping
to meet with His unbridled yearnings  
rising, leaping, hurdling, rearing

searing her with...  

His touch once more.
Desire’s tracks of scorched hot prints
trail over goose flesh bare hills and
bellied vale of quivering, starving need
Concave surges convulsing deep; stirring
an erotic earthquake down to its trembling core
Writhing inferno’s groans and pleas; raw timbre
of rapture’s echoes fall on deafened wished upon stars

she craves...

His final touch.
Tempter’s descent explores the coveted land
with sensuous strokes of furtive five
Until... a shuddering arched path collapses
and unearths her very soul
Rupturing gated passion’s floods,
they deliriously, deliciously... drain away slow.  
The grail; a drenched abyss once hers

Now by His fingers’ touch~ Crusader owned

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Author’s Note~

The “Crave Maker Legends” creation was birthed by Yours truly, but the seeds were planted by two fellow poet/author “fathers”~ My Erotic Tale, by his wonderfully inspiring “Cherokee Rose” series that he so graciously allowed Me to edit and add My two and a half cents to wherever I felt the need, and~ neonurotic, who with another seed, germinated My inspiration through his comment on one of My recent poems; actually, in afterthought, the charter Crave Maker Legend poem, “Kiss Assassin”. I thank both “dads” for impregnating My imagination and I hope as the proud “mom”, each of My new “offspring” will be welcomed by you, My family here at Literotica.

And to crayon~ My crave slave and THE Crave Maker... thank you for being Mine.