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Click hereMy body hums with
Electric anticipation;
Every minute part of me,
Mind, body, and soul,
Lies open,
Willing,
Waiting to be
Immersed in You,
Enlivened and
Fed by You, by
Your poetry and prose, by
Your deep, desirous voice.
I imbibe Your words,
Scalding hot as I swallow, my
Flushed skin
Awash with pleasure as You
Bathe me in Your
Arousing lust, and I
Relax and soak in
Your desires.
Your words
Dance around me like a
Fantastic dream,
Encircling me,
Embracing me,
Washing over me
Like gentle waves
Breaking against the shore,
Thrilling my senses.
Lying naked on my
Lonely bed,
Legs spread wide,
You fill me as I
Accept deeply,
Intimately, the sensual
Flowing penetration of Your
Life-giving words as they
Pour into my parched soul.
I moan
Whimper
Mewl
As my small hands become Your
Large, rough hands,
Hungry, demanding hands,
Grabbing me,
Squeezing me,
Pleasuring me.
I sigh as my
Slender fingers become Your
Strong, seeking ones, and I
Feel You
Run Your fingers over my
Smooth skin, my
Quivering, needy body,
Exploring every dip and curve and nub, finally
Reaching deep inside my heat to
Feel the slick wetness of my
Dark arousal.
Time stands still as
Your essence
Flows over me and
Through me,
Caressing my
Most hidden, secret recesses, and my
Lithe back
Arches and lifts as my
Soft hips
Float heavenward towards
You.
Then, feeling You
Plunge into my depths,
Throbbing, pulsing, primal,
I scream Your name as
I reach the highest heights, and my
Lost, hungry soul
Floods with
Blinding brightness as Your words
Bring light to my
Darkness, You
Fill me with life, You
Feed me and
Make me whole: You have
Found me.
What would we do without words that from so far, far away in time and space can inspire the most stimulating feeling, desire?
A wonderfully erotic poem!
Very arousing….
Indeed, words are a powerful aphrodisiac, as powerful to the senses as warm flesh; as penetrating as a favorite sex toy!
As erotic and sensual as always. Swiftlytilting never disappoints. If only to be the object of that white hot burning desire.