Roses In A Midnight Garden

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Roses In A Midnight Garden
Never lost touch, have to get over to you
Your hips need to be between my thighs
 I get flushed - red in the face
It's exciting interacting with you, body and mind
Every time I see and think of you the goose bumps you give me
The same feeling when you pull your feathers out
You have some feathers?
The same feeling; when your lover tickles you - and you squirm
 I almost roll over and my thighs raise high
You are a star in the night
Like a flash so right
An angel so light
You always are in my sight
 After you apply the honey dust with the brush, do you spread it around with your lips?
The heat is hotter in your loins - wants to jump, all by itself.

We are both getting excited
 You bring out the poetry, and more than that
My lips, tracing the base, of your swollenness slightly nicking the edge
You jump; the second softest part of me
Underside of my tongue; from your base; to my side; along the crease of my panty line
What are you wearing?
Looks like a snake under your pajamas
 Oil of love; tropical mango
When you are me; and were both still, and I flex
 You close your eyes
You will think of an African jungle
But vanilla mango, ummmmm....
Rim me with tropical mango
Will you like that?
 Lower your essence: to my lips
 My mouth; is covering your lips, entirely
My mouth is still
My tongue is dancing
 I'm dripping, are you?
You will like the feel how my heartbeat changes as you take me.

 Our tongues dancing
 You lower yourself on me
My womanhood engulfing you; I stroke the side of your face
Our tongues still dancing
For this moment shall never end
Deep in your garden
Hot as an oven
The friction creating so much heat
 My virginesque only allows you in me
 When you're ready for me
You are in control
As we get closer to looking down at ourselves
Close to an out of body
You ever have an out of body experience, during lovemaking?
In your garden, under your blanket
Your muscles are so strong
Once you look down, you don't want to come back
Soft kisses; want to touch
Your wide lips
Again and again in; back; and forth
Deep; in your sex
Every time you squeeze me, I feel your member throb
It grows bigger for a moment; every time you do it, it jumps
Neither of us wants to stop
The light gets brighter and brighter; until you can't see anything but your eyes are open
First it's real dark; then real bright; then you shudder; from head to toe then back to head again
Your lips are frozen; you try to talk but can't; just groans
Your jaw tries to move again; as your pelvis thrusts deeply against me; and we lock together
We are both flexing now, not moving
As you massage me; I am on all four; and as you heave and shudder
 We still don't touch; but our lips do
Tonguing my sex; making your tongue as wide as you can against me; pushing
Rub: from the base of my mound; to my side along my panty line
I try it, real lightly; only go about 4 inches then back towards my mound again
I pretend my lips are around the rim of your head; milking you
Our tongues dancing, in the rhythm of my swaying hips
 I push downward on your cockhead when we make love; I can feel; your head grow.

You are bigger; right before me; milk you.
Dry. Our tongues dancing; my nipples so hard; like rocks
We fit so tight together
My fingers: are crawling
Closer, my pearly lips are swollen
Inside of my leg, all wet, it's as thick as sugar
My wetness; and; your dripping
Coating the sides of your shaft with each stroke
 If I arch back, the rim rubs my g spot
Your middle finger is in me now
Pulsating cockhead, I will be full.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
Hot!

This poem was mentioned in Monday's New Poem Review (though it was late). Thank you for the read!