Sweet Anticipation...  

rm_Kissmystuff 61F
2665 posts
1/13/2006 11:51 pm

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5/22/2006 8:57 pm

Sweet Anticipation...

Such sweet anticipation...
I feel the heat rising.
My mind begins its slow turning
to the warmth of his presence.
My sighs begin to flow...
my mouth..open and seeking.
I cry out at his accurate aiming.
I moan as he slowly commences.
He turns me...inside and out...
then turns me back again.

The colors of his presence..
bursting deep within me.
The flowing...white...golden yellows...
purple and scarlett mists...
mixing within the caldron...
stirred and heated to overflowing.

I reach for and find that place...
that vista of many delights.
The reality is more...
than just the physical
and when I think...
I have reached the summit...
he leads me further upward.

There is a further turning
and then a deeper falling...
but I feel no fear...
his strength guards and guides me.
He holds me within his embrace.
I know he will gently lead me...
til I reach that place...
of ecstasy and peace.

© copyright 11/15/04 jfc



Kiss


mnowl 62M

1/14/2006 5:57 am

It is a journey taken together
She thinks I guide her
But the reality is that she drives me
My mind… my soul with her constantly
My body anxious with longing
Anticipation… lust

Gently into the future
And from the past we will travel
Together as one
For we were meant to be…
have been…
will be.
Wrapped in a swirling cocoon
of colors… of desire… of trust
protecting each other.
Understanding that in our embrace
we meld into a single entity
blended, but separate
knowing all of each other

And in the knowledge we gather
strength, warmth security
generating our own heat.
I do take her up the mountain of desire,
it is a selfish trek.
For in her rapture, her peace
I achieve the same.
The summit, always in site
still is ever changing.
The path never the same.
In guiding her there
the ecstasy the voyage
is the true adventure
with the summit our release.
And so we travel together,
exploring, hearts pounding,
bodies throbbing, moaning
with every muscle yearning for more
bathing in the joy of anticipation
holding from the summit until
thrust over in a release of passion.

We open our eyes,
begin to breathe again
and realize that we have
another summit ahead…
another time…
another place,,,
another passage to be shared
as one… together.
And in bliss we smile… knowing.


elysianpleasure 47M

1/14/2006 7:29 pm

nice poem...


TabithaElectra79 38F

1/15/2006 3:27 pm

I love this


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