Caress Her, It is Her Due

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Caress her.
It is her due.
The lovely curves, warm softness
Draw your hand, do they not?
Look at her eyes, rather,
Fall into them. A lifetime
Is to be found there.
She desires your touch.
Can you not tell?
You hesitate, good,
Let the desire build,
Her lips part in anticipation,
Your mouths moist,
Ready.
Your lips swell,
A kiss,
Now.

She folds against you,
The sensation explodes,
So much your sight desired,
Provided, all at once.
Press firmly against her,
Your hands will find the places
They select on their own,
Returning tales
Of Firmness Warm
Of Softness Yielding
Of Response.
Accept her kiss,
Treasure it,
Remember.
Each one so precious,
So Full,
Your life justified
In one moment.

You feared the awkward
Bumps and Mis-steps,
Now you know
Better. She measures
Your touch, Accommodates
Your desire, Mixes
It with her own,
The taste so fresh, surprising,
For such ancient recipes,
For nature strange,
Itself, Joins You
The Way You Each
Were Made.
Tender,
Fierce,
Cold seeking
Warmth,
Emptiness Filled,
Infinity Defined,
Is this love?

The fabric slips away
Silently, Joins your Loneliness
On the floor.
How do you deserve
This treasure?
What she has hidden,
Cared For, So Ardently,
Waiting for this day.
Waiting for you.
A gift most precious,
For your eyes,
For your touch,
Innocent surrender.
Why you?
What does she see,
That you worried
Would walk Cold,
Forever Alone?
What can you give?
Possibly offer?
How worthy?
Pause, No, she guides you,
Helps you find the Center,
Places your fingers
There.
Gentle murmur of assent,
Of pleasure, of fine
contentment in your arms.
Of passion building,
The heat of desire shared,
She folds against you,
You feel the fit, together,
The future inside
What you join, your parts.
The past no longer
So relevant, so compelling,
so limiting.
Only now.
There is only Now.
 
Caress her,
It is her due.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 11 years ago
a bit boring

maybe time get to the point