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Click hereThe sweet wet,
The dark damp,
Pheromones sing
Moist invitation.
Your hands
So huge and so rough,
Caress my burning,
My yearning,
My anticipation.
Burning kisses,
Tangled clothes
Tearing, panting
Mouths busy with sweet
Exploration.
Blood pounding,
My blush
Spreads southward
To the tips of my breasts
Your embrace
Enfolds me,
Crushes my sanity,
Leaving only my need
For liquid sensation.
Impaled and possessed,
I’m filled,
Caressed deeply,
Completely entangled,
The goal of your quest.
Stabbed by your lance,
I die and see heaven.
The stars spin,
My heart sings,
My legs wrap around you
And I know you are mine.
As I come back to earth
And recover and quiver,
The place where we’re joined
Is as wet as it’s been.
Filled with your seed
Your lust and your need,
I just need to know,
Can we do that again?
I didn't realize the feminine need for "liquid sensation" as part of sex/love making.
That gives me more insight into women - better late than never. It certainly makes sense now that I think about it. Seems like there's still so much to learn. I need more teachers! That's one reason I keep reading Literotica.
Your poem is the most sensual description of passionate lovemaking that I have ever read. Such a vivid imagery ... . Your words makes it seems like a deeply spiritual experience. I envy you.
DearestEllie,
You certainly have a flair for the Erotic. Keep me, that is,it up.