- Erotic Poetry
- He takes her hand...
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He takes her hand
and leads her up paths so green, so crisp, their feet traveling paths of sticks, stones and dead leaves.
He speaks, telling her of adventures lived, showing her glorious trees, interesting rocks and anything else he can think of.
She smiles, listening to him, amused and interested.
They reach their destination, the peak high on the cliff, overlooking the sparkling lake so intensely blue, it nearly blinds the eye.
He proudly shows her this sight, his goal . . . his adoration of her growing as he watches her drink in the astonishing beauty of his land.
The sky so clear and perfect, the waters so crisp and intense . . . it takes her breath away. He slips up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She relaxes her body back into his, interlacing her fingers with his as she feels his excitement growing, pressing hard into her back.
Tearing her eyes away from the mesmerizing sight in front of her, she turns to him, reaching her arms up around his neck, feeling the suns warmth on his hair as she slips her fingers through his long dark mane.
She looks into his eyes, seeing her own love, lust and excitement mirrored there just before their lips meet
and the world fades away.
Their tongues entwined, their bodies melded as one, they slowly sink to the grassy ground, her hands running over his back and arms, feeling, enjoying, exciting . . . as his hands hold her tightly to him.
His hand slips under her shirt, lifting it and freeing her body from its confines as she eagerly pulls his shirt from him.
Their bodies relax once more on the soft grass, the sun warming their newly bared flesh, as their hands explore, teasing, touching, passion building. Above her, his mouth leaves her and blazed a trail of fiery kisses down her throat, stopping only when he reaches her breast.
There he lovingly tastes, suckles and teases, reveling in her moans and arching back.
She pulls him back to her level, running her hand down his chest, her fingers driving him mad as they travel down his stomach until she reaches the clasp of his jeans...
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendabout 17 years agoto tell you that I read it 3 times.. there is a story..but its difficult to follow..sorry.
LeBrozabout 17 years agoJust looking at these first three pieces, that's quite a lot of ground you've covered in structure and style. Here, you start off promising, with a descriptive line that conveys an image, "paths so green, so crisp, their feet traveling paths of sticks, stones and dead leaves." What then follows is so subjective a description it pulls feeling out and leaves the rest feeling flat, "He speaks, telling her of adventures lived, showing her glorious trees, interesting rocks and anything else he can think of...the peak high on the cliff, overlooking the sparkling lake so intensely blue, it nearly blinds the eye. He proudly shows her this sight...as he watches her drink in the astonishing beauty of his land. The sky so clear and perfect, the waters so crisp and intense . . . it takes her breath away." This evokes no emotion or feeling in the reader, in stark contrast to the way you were beginning this piece.
