Intimately Possessed

Just a glance, at first, an innocent flirtation, to be sure.
Next covers thrown back, clothes used as a lure.
A coy smile in the dark, pearly teeth shining
As both sink into downiness, eagerly reclining.
A hug, pressing chest to breast then lip to cheek…
Eyes shut tight, anticipation halting speech.
Then finally lip to lip, hand to face, softly fit,
Tenderly holding while both lips sweetly sip.

Then urgency emerges, swiftly opening mouths,
Tongues come to play, each stroking all around,
Starting the fire of desire, that slowly spreads
As hands go searching, hunting softer peaks instead.
A gasp breaks the quiet as thumb and finger pinch
The tender crest of cleavage, tightened now, every inch.
Soon mouth replaces fingers, suckling beaded breast
And back arches in response, answering with zest.

Now empty fingers achingly filled, buried to the hilt
In that softly folding nest of curls, world slightly tilts
As hips buck and plead, with aching need
Inflamed and slick with passionate greed.
But mouth’s job’s not done, must taste the offered feast,
Until at last with muffled cry, passion finds release.

Now tables turned, time for other lover to lay back
While tongue and mouth surround the proffered snack.
But no release to come, as yet, for another need does arise
The ache, the hunger to bury deep between silken thighs.
Soon a rhythm found, thick and deep as time,
Ebb and flow, a pulse that grows and climbs,
Erupting in spasmodic waves, gasping breath, heaving chest,
Mind and body, heart and soul are intimately possessed.

Now a look, a smile, a tender kiss as consciousness takes hold,
To find warmth and beauty in arm, a pleasurable treasure to enfold.
So with contentment found, a deep sigh brings
Peaceful sleep of tender loving dreams.