- Erotic Poetry
- Come Alive
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It’s a lesson in activity over passivity
I’ve never felt so shy, so unsure of myself
beneath the intensity of our passion
union between us
is the creation of a pulse
a beat, a sound, that drums against my skin
urgent and crazed, begging and demanding
I know that I have never felt so shy, so unsure of myself
and this lesson in activity over passivity
is a lesson of coming alive
and so I open my mouth to let the feel of your tongue
swirl in and around me, like you could run it down my throat
and I open my arms to embrace the warmth of your body
pressed against my breasts that rise and fall, shuddering
and I open my thighs to welcome the hardness of your shaft
and I know that I’ve never been penetrated so deeply,
never had to rock my hips so urgently
orgasm rides through my body starting with a soft shudder
and ending in screams that cry from the back of my throat
as your own orgasm gives into the trace of
buried convulsions left inside my own body
like survivors trapped beneath an earthquake
like a pulse trapped inside my depths
and still it doesn’t end
as your hips give one final rock and twitch inside me
I’m coming again
and I know that giving in to this passion, to this rush of insanity
giving in to what I cannot own but what I can suckle and savor
has been a lesson in
activity over passivity
a lesson in
Coming.
Alive.
