The First Of Many  

Poe-at 50M
0 posts
4/29/2005 11:31 pm

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The First Of Many


We come home from an evening that already neither of us will forget
But that’s just icing on the cake, for we haven’t gotten to the heart of it yet
A drawn bath and lights off, our shadows dance from a single flickering light
We suppress our excitement as we disrobe, knowing it will take us to higher heights
Foot by foot, leg by leg we sink into the heat
Our bodies so close we feel each and every heart beat
Hands easily glide over your soapy wet curves as I whisper in your ear
Give in, let go, trust me, you have nothing to fear
Awhile we lay in each others arms body to body slick and hot
Water droplets slowly roll down your glistening body as I watch
Then we stand and like a porcelain statuette I gently pamper you dry
Running my fingers through your hair, as I see the candles’ reflection in your eye
I take your hand and you willingly follow my lead
With a slow pen, tonight will be written into history
Once inside, I lift you into my arms then nestle you in a bed of down
And as if off in the distance, soft subtle music is the only sound
Moonlight fills the room and sets your body aglow
Never wanting this to end I take you gracefully slow
From a velvet soft kiss, I move to your neck then cuddle your breast
Remaining awhile awaiting to hear the shudder in your breath
Your blood rushes to every conceivable spot
I can almost hear it as your muscles go taught
My lips and hands trail down your legs to just above your knees
Listening with all six senses makes you easy to please
I gently rub your inner thighs as I kiss my way north
The heart of the evening is at hand as I reach the source
I begin by lingering, letting you revel in the wanting
I’m so close, as are you, to the end of the taunting
I trace the outer edge with my tongue as you instinctively spread wider
Two digits in, up, and back as you squeeze them passionately tighter
You grab the back of my head, pulling me to my fate
Your thighs close in as your hips begin to gyrate
For dear life I hold on, I am not letting go
I attach myself to the center of attention as the fire grows
I’m barely getting air for one, though you’re breathing for three
With nothing but suction, I pull the hooded center free
My fingers begin scissoring with a rhythm deep inside
As my tongue holds the same one for the duration of the ride
Deep, deep inside I feel you swell to many times
As the doors open and the flood gates give the final sign
From a tiny point of origin, a shock wave ripples through
Setting off a dozen more until they fully encompass you
Your muscles tighten and tense, releasing even greater pleasure
Out of your mind and of control, your body shakes beyond measure
Still attached, I lie motionless, all manipulation ceased
I ease off a little and wait, careful not to tease
Your legs loosen their vice and I’m there to catch you as you fall
I look up, our eyes meet and we smile knowing that’s not all
Tiny spasms are the only remnant of what has never before
This being the first of many because we want more

Become a member to create a blog