Fire Me  

rm_Sallypus 52F
1056 posts
6/25/2005 8:23 am

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2/14/2009 11:53 pm

Fire Me

Not a word as I lay you back on pillows
scented with my perfume,
one finger laid gently to your lips.
My look says it all,
catching your eyes
and holding them,
stripping you to your soul.

Yes, you will touch me
run your hands gone warm to hot
over flesh sumptuous willing...
not yet.

My hair falls from pins,
almost covers my breasts
save for the arrogance of nipples
gone sweet tight from your look.
Sweet spider silk
firey wonderment
that I dangle and swirl and swish
10,000 tender whips
to caress your chest.

So close you can smell the jasmine
and spices
breath deep
but you know better then to touch.
You want to taste the carmillion red
I lined these lips with
pomegranate ripe for your kissing.
A touch,
one tender flick of a searching tongue
and again I dance away
your tiny moan a symphony to my ears.

I am mother Eve,
wicked Delilah
the heated answer to your wish
of a woman lush with juices,
and I am the thrall of temptation
as your flesh yields to me,
rises to fill my need.

I offer one breast like rare fruit,
shudder as your lips take it

I lie across you,
moulding my hips
and begin to dance against the friction.
Your need to take me is plain,
not yet.

I will torment myself
as much as I torment you
and when we are gasping hard
breathing something we have half forgotten,
only then will I cover you,
draw you into silky slippery satin.

Oh fire me love,
hip to hip
eye to eye,
so that when it takes you
I will see it there,
and revel in this:
a completion so profound
that we will both shout it
and the angels shake
for desire
of what only mankind can know.

Grendel4s 41M

6/25/2005 1:19 pm

Wow. Okay...I'm...just gonna go pour ice water over my head now. And then...I think I will just sit and dream for awhile.


6/25/2005 8:39 pm

your passion, yes, I can feel it in your words. Desire, an incredible sensation of want... I am undone...

hotimes90 46M
19 posts
6/28/2005 7:37 am

oh angels dance the dance of sunset and night and in the morning dance the dance of anticipation, we dance the dance and the dance ends, but what about the anticipation,- luv ya for your mind and your collective mind, always hotimes90

popartist46 70M

7/14/2005 11:14 pm

Your words speak of passion that soon would be splashin,running deep like a river;who's the getter,the giver? I know I dont know you,but then even so you fill me up with a longing, a feeling of belonging,a wish being inside you and for days I would ride you,I gently would lick you,that sure is my kick too,I'd kiss your sweet breasts and
then I'd make my last stand.

1 post
7/16/2005 4:32 pm


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