Lead me there
To your favorite chair
Sit me down
Fingers through hair
Passion stare
Rip shirt
Flesh bare
I prepare
To be seduced
To and fro
Swing free
YES! ! !
Let them hang down on me
Soft supple blossoms
Caress my chest
Lay them to rest
Upon me
When dressed
Their view is best
Above, from the neck
To the naval
I am starting to unravel
Sultry skin
Smooth as sin
These legs languorous
In stiletto
Calf tense
Tracing every curve
With verve
Gently I touch
As you place your leg on my shoulder
Enticing me in, for a kiss
Then resist, teasing my senses
Compounding this immeasurable bliss
A visual mind blitz of pleasure
This moment..., I treasure
Blossoms caress
Face to chest
Tongue from neck to naval
In my mind I implore
I can't take no more
I lay on the floor unraveled,
like spaghetti
with no utensil
You consume me
Before the words reached my lips
I want you! more than love
You bring me to pure ecstasy
Soul love making when body becomes only a tool of pure expression, incredible poem Marcus!
So Passionate! ! ! ! i wouldnt even dare to write such poetry! ! you made me so speachless! such vivid images that go through my mind! ! ! splendid truely amazingly splendid! ! ! ~Bella
Very passionate read Marcus. You are a man much like me... where your words make love to the soul... Graet Ink! ! ! ; -) -Kelly.
''As you place your leg on my shoulder''-I understand your poetic style-enjoyed reading this poetic language of the bodies.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is a brillant write on a true expression of wants and needs and love between a man and a women loved it....sure ph wont delet it....shakes be fools if they do