- Erotic Poetry
- Dazed
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He Grips her locks...
Forces her to Him, she scrabbles to keep up.
Instant thought takes flight, her flesh goes in motion to serve; to service, ' make well.
Clap! Sound fills the room. The smell, the gush of her femininity surrenders, as heat from his touch radiates off her.
His digits trail redness, Insisting she's His... aide, prophet, redeemer.
Hard gasps, cries echoes ever... over crashing, laughing, turn twist right left heights; she floats... floats... floating snatched back "how'd she get here?"
Thanks God lost but not failed.
He; determined, willful contentment building, near lost herself, not Him.
Dazed, eyes glazed and the warmth fills her smile. Enthralled, steady grasps as hope doesn't seep to the floor.
Steady, so steady by locks guided she to His chest, she rests, the floor faded. room Black. Spot center his Breath... rushes full, serene, complete like blanket in Darkness.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 17 years agoI liked the imagery most of all. When you read it you can picture yourself there, and you can feel the feelings that he portrays in this story. I am a writer so that is what grabs me. I like making the readers feel as if they were there in that story.
TopNoir you are a deep individual. I like how you think though.
