The 5 Senses

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what is not touch, during this exquisite dance
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Tasting

The very tip of my tongue
lightly grazes
a tiny patch of your skin
it tastes like you

I feel it’s surface
it rises up
to meet my tongue
to feel it taste

The softness of my tongue
pushes the softness
of your skin
tasting for the first time

A tiny patch of your skin
on my tongue
tasted for the first time


Scent

Your light colored skin
and it’s soft surface
have few scents
which dance with my nose

I trace my nose across
your undulating skin
seeking the most delicate smells
sampling the most
tantalizing of them

Sometimes when I press
my breasts into your face
into your open mouth
I catch a scent on the air
of your wirey delicate
intoxicating blond hair
then your smell fills me
and I throw my head back
in delight


Seeing

The blue colors of the apartment
and fairy lights that line them
the low light
and his face glows
his eyes gently closed
lips inert

I watch my hand
touching and stroking
his hard cock
pushing up against his light blue pants
I see the rise and fall of his stomach
bare with wirey light hairs
and glowing skin

I see his arms
moving about around me
and touching me
and gently stroking my hair
watch his hands
firm and sure
as they grab me

I cast my eyes upon
one patch of skin
watch it rise up
as I put my tongue and my lips
onto its awaiting surface

I watch his legs
large as treetrunks and just as powerful
move around and adjust
as he feels the pleasure of my hand
I draw my gaze
back up to his shoulders
to see the power there too

His eyes flutter open
and he sees me
sees my delicate white
nude dancing skin
skimming across him
sees my chestnut locks
falling sometime onto his chest
in auburn waves
he sees my mischievous nose
he sees a shadow of my curves
against the glow of fairy lights
and the pink of my hard nipple
on its pink shell surface
the dimple of my belly button
and the small indent
between my ribs and hip bone
silken
that he explores and caresses so gently
with his fingertips
he sees my face approaching his
as I draw in to kiss him
push my mouth to his rose mouth

We see each other
looking at one another
studying each other’s faces
that we so love to see
looking into each other’s
blue dancing mirthful meaningful eyes
searchingly
lustily and longingly
disbelievingly
thankfully
lovingly


Touch

All is touch
from the moment you walk in
from your hands to your mouth
to your cock when it touches me
inside and out
what is not touch
during this exquisite dance

Every nerve of my body is touched
every inch of yours caressed
by my silken hands
your tongue touching
all of my lips
with orgasmic vigor
my tongue
wrapping around
all of your most sensitive endowments

Your mouth
close to my mouth
feel the soft breath on my lip
as our bodies press against one another
bare
touching every inch they can reach


Cacophony

My gentle soft lip
to your shell-like ear
I lick around the outside
of your skin
gently probe the folds of your ear
and suck on the lobe

all of your kissing me
all of your touching me
my tongue against your skin
my lips part and begin
to vibrate
with the first hints
of a breathy longing moan
that I would softly whisper into your ear
and then lick your lobe teasingly again
emitting another, harder moan
the vibration
sending shocks all through your body
and me
grabbing at your body
as I moan into your ear
louder and louder
until you plunge yourself inside of me
and the sound is only of our colliding bodies


Sixth Sense

When my hand
moves across your chest
it knows where it is going
when your mouth
presses against mine
it tastes something
from time immemorial

The scent that carries on the air
in my bedroom our secret throne
is recognized
I have been there before
on some distant island
away in time
even the dimples
and the hair and the look in the eyes
and you know the look in mine too

Our heads are near
and our thoughts drift together
even when we leave the bed
bodies aligned
I whisper goodnight
from my place on our throne
and you blow back a kiss
knowing where I am

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