Red and Black

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You dye your hair quite frequently
And did so again recently
Red and black your hues of choice
You use your locks to give you voice

What statement spoken I’ve no clue
I do know that my love for you
Runs deeper than the depths those tints
Infiltrate those silken filaments

My fingers tease your locks of crimson
Along with strands that are now raven
Your new hues make your face glow
And make me want to kiss you so

I love that you dare take this chance
To share with me this loving dance
This passionate embrace so sweet
This tango when our lips do meet

The first time I kissed you, remember,
Was six months shy of last November
We stood together, our hearts beating
Flooded with emotions, all competing

We clung together, you and I
Lips to lips and thigh to thigh
You felt my need against your hip
As I consumed your lower lip

As we held close that summer night
As we held one another tight
You allowed me, too, to feel the heat
From where your lovely thighs do meet

We kissed, we clutched, we stroked, we gazed
Into each other’s eyes, unfazed
By passersby and what they thought
Or of the chance that we’d be caught

Your hair that night was but one shade
Your lust for me clearly displayed
I do remember, oh so distinctly
You showed your feelings audibly

Now many months removed from then
I dare to kiss you once again
To run my hands through colored thread
To feel the texture of your black and red

I’ve yearned to hold you in my arms
To yield completely to your charms
To marvel at the lips I taste
And for this night there’ll be no haste

I’m going to kiss you passionately
And place my hands upon your knees
I’m going to push your thighs apart
Exposing where my tongue will soon dart

In point of fact I will meander
I’ll torture you as my hands wander
I’ll make you whimper from each ministration
I’ll make you gasp at their duration

And as I do make love to you
I’ll get a glimpse of the real you
Your natural pigment hidden brightly
Cannot mask what you deem unsightly

Blonde silken stubble just above your sex
Why you feel the need to hide it has me perplexed
But I’ll not question why you feel that need
I’ll simply love you through this thrilling deed

You see, my love, I truly adore
Every facet of you, every fold, every pore
I crave your touch and taste and scent
Now pleasing you is my intent

My cock weeps with its turgency
My breathing tells of my urgency
Fluids roil in percolation
Forewarning of ejaculation

Your labia pronounced, turgescent
Your breasts, hidden, are tumescent
I enter you and watch your eyes
As you watch mine while I clutch your thighs

Your legs upraised for me to embrace
I have no desire to increase my pace
My secretions now ooze as I work my hips
And I pull out to coat your swollen lips

With my face lowered to your mound
I’m in awe of what my lips have found
A sex so wet from dripping nectar
My tongue not detoured from its chosen vector

My lips do seek your pearl-like nub
My tongue begins to swab and rub
I draw it in between my teeth
To gently bite and then release

Teasing, nibbling, pinching, sucking
I confess I love this more than fucking
Devouring you nearly drives me insane
Though I wonder if I’m causing you pleasure or pain

I swab your folds with fervent need
With tip of tongue licking my own seed
And then my mouth finds your clitoris
And I’m lost in a world of total bliss

Sucking gently, then with more force
My lips have found the wondrous source
Of where your pain and pleasure lies
Hidden at the top of your gorgeous thighs

Trapping your clit between tongue and teeth
My lips surrounding it like a fleshy wreath
I pinch and suck until I hear you scream
And my face becomes coated with a delicious cream.

Your thighs, they tremble constantly
Your womb contracting violently
Your body lifting off the bed
Your release finally comes to a glorious head

And now you lie in sweet repose
But you cannot unclench you toes
For as I crawl up and hold you near
The pulses start to reappear

I’ve never witnessed anything
As stunning as what I’m now seeing
Your tired pussy still convulsing
I watch your womb and feel it pulsing

Your pupils disappear again
Your orgasm doesn’t want to end
Slowly the tremors are diminished
And with a sigh and a breath you have finally finished

Your fruit, your peaches, I do not touch
Any contact now would be too much
Your petals still damp with your savory dew
I lie here amazed at my love for you

I’ve now seen something you have kept hidden till now
As I look at you in wonder with sweat on your brow
The dyes you have chosen to hide your true self from me
Cannot keep me from loving what I truly see

I see beauty and brains: I see amazing devotion
I see passion unbridled when your hips are in motion
I taste needs and desires when I kiss your sweet lips
And I know that I love you as I trace your fingertips

A wondrous act and now retraced
I remember how my hands were placed
One of them upon your womb
Marveling at how succeeding tremors bloomed

I’ve never witnessed such a display
Of passion that you enjoyed that day
That feeling, do you want it back
My lover in her red and black

I want to give you that attention again
While running fingers through your luscious mane
I want to make love to you over and over
In that field of gold, on a bed of clover.

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CinnerCinnerover 11 years ago
Wow!

Incredibly long poem, but it's extraordinarily good. I'm very impressed that you could hold your form for so long while telling this story. You are a truly gifted artist.