wildfirecoyote 60M
27 posts
4/2/2006 7:00 pm

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[This is the first poem I have written in several years.]


In the darkness of our bedroom
gently penetrated by the glow
of a single rose-scented candle
and the rustle of cool silk sheets
as you lay upon your back
gazing into my eyes
as I lay between your thighs
gazing into yours
the tips of our noses barely touch
as I gently lower my face to
lightly kiss your delicate lips
detecting the faint taste of my own semen

the miracle of life
my white gift
you have taken in every way possible tonight
orally, anally, and
into your precious womb
my white gift to you
you have taken however I said just to please me
and I gave it again and again and again
and will give it yet again
to please you

Is there,
could there be a greater symbol of all the beauty
and promise and love life holds than the eyes of
a young beautiful woman
dark as fertile soil
filled with the miracle of life
and craving more
giving herself
mind, body, and soul
to the man she loves
and who loves her
and who will give her whatever she wants
whether it is his essence in the form of his white gift
whether it is attention

She is his to command
to dominate
but he is also hers
because he gives what she desires
and needs.

MsLoveRose 34F  
2432 posts
4/5/2006 4:39 pm


ohhhhh what it feels like to dream sometimes....

soo tell me... where did this come from????

live more, laugh often, love much

wildfirecoyote 60M
22 posts
4/7/2006 4:30 pm

This came from imagination (rooted in experience) and a moment of inspiration.

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