i love to touch my lady fair
and feel the softness of her skin
then kiss where i have touched
opening a button here, a zipper there
so fingers, hands and lips may go
where ere they desire

over curves and planes,
round mounds and gentle swells
and where moisture abounds
to hear her softly gasp
when a place is found that
sends a tingle round and round

to feel the press of her lips on mine
as we do embrace, that is sublime indeed
as are her hands on me
touching and touched, two souls combine
as passion does increase
and our union is complete

warm wet heat wrapped all about
as loves desire does plunge
first soft and slow
but as the tide does rise
so does the pace of our dance
till wildly do we go

bucking and plunging, hands caressing
kisses hot and deep
we mingle sweat and breath
till comes the little death
that overtakes us both
and then we spend and spend

till we both are spent
then with smiles and laughter
we hold each other close
lying there beside my lady fair
returning slowly to this plane
from whence passion carried us


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 5:35 AM