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New Love

I hunger for your sweetness. You are a perfect peach. I can caress your form. I can take you in my strong, gentle hands. I can admire your simplicity and your beauty both. I can devour you, slowly or quickly. I take one bite. Just one and your juice dribbles down my chin and down my chest. And I smile. And continue nibbling, sucking, enjoying you. For you are mine. You belong to me. A succulent peach. There is only one. You.
I hunger for your touch. I imagine you laying next to me. In our king bed. Sheets of softness. Fluffy pillows scattered all about. Your knowledgeable fingers bringing me to clim ax again and again. Sticky sweet love. Slick with sweat. My curls tossed. Our lust and desires rising again and again and each satisfied together and separate yet together. The bliss I have no words for. Just images. And colours. And moments frozen between you and me. Where only we exist and nothing else. No one else. The world disappears. The look in your eyes and mine. And touch. And passion. And lust. And intimacy. And fu cking. And cuddling and snuggling and sleeping with peace and comfort and safety. And wakening with heavy lids and seeing you sleeping and loving you again. Or feeling your gaze upon me. And more again....Someday this shall be. No more dreaming on this. But fulfillment. Until then I have words and images shared with you, sweet, sexy, strong, tender, you. And for your love I am blessed. I love you.
PoetryNEmotion PoetryNEmotion 51-55, F 2 Responses Jan 5, 2013

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Sweet, juicy and beautifully formed, just like the peach itself, xxxx

Your words are singing, C.! My poetry is not as complex as yours. But then again, you are older in those experiences than me....Love you too. xxxx

is this true sister of mine ? . . . a new love in your heart ? . . . I do sooo hope . . . for love will not be denied you . . . your heart is huge and unfathomable sister . . . you have soooo much to give . . . and for that so shall you receive . . . keep your heart a vessell of love to be filled and be fullfilled and to spill forth onto others as it flows back and forth to you . . . love you my sister of mine . . .

I know he is real and he does exist. Truly. And for his presence I am ever so glad. We are taking it slowly. He is far away in distance, but in my soul deeply. He feels this too. This magic. I can only hope....And this keeps me singing and dancing! I love you too. My sister mine. xoxo

I am so happy for you . . . indeed love is ever sooo magical . . . often leaves me stunned in all its wonderments and suprises . . . a very well written story Cyn . . . thank you for sharing it with us . . . may you always sing and dance . . . 8D

I lack reference for love. The other spoke with ruses. So it was not real? Unclear. This one is real. His words sing...Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....The taste is like the peach and the fire is hot and pleasurable. I am happy and enjoying...I do sing and I do dance because it is me! Thank you, my sister for your love. kissessssssssssssss...xoxo

seriously???
clapping wildly here...
i think we may be kindreds...
at least in the way we love...
goes against everything i've ever learned...
oh well....
so does most of the rest of me...
joyinthejourney, clg

How is that, C.? Do tell....I wish clarity. I have learned. But I am still me. My core is the same. He cannot destroy that. I am stronger than anyone knows...kissesssssssssssssssss, girl. xox

we need to chat privately...there is something verrry freaky i remembered from when Carlos first started to "pursue" me...
forgot all about it until i read fake...stalker....hiding real identity

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