Deep In Passion

Love how he feels
his touch of a man
my desire for him so priceless
you'll never understand 
he takes my heart  
higher then high
with our bodies intertwined 
we float through the sky 
he makes my words tangle 
and my mind in a daze
i feel so trapped 
he's my master and i his slave
he goes so deep 
little pain but feels so good
he makes me feel things
i didn't know i could
we roll, we tumble
dripping with sweat
the passion is so deep
my mind is set
switching positions
but never one to long
he's like a beast of passion
going hard and strong
he goes so deep
hitting my spot 
i scream for more
not wanting him to stop
i fell him breathing
so hard in my ear
my breaths get deeper 
so i know that it's near
he goes deeper
this time much slow
trying to run 
but nowhere to go
he lifts me me up from my hips 
then grips my ass
wondering what he'll do next
he goes soft but fast
the urges deep within me 
have gotten more intense now
where is it all coming from
why and how
we've both reached our peak
for the first at the same time
it's like an adrenaline rush
sending chills up my spine
this man gives me
the touch,the love, the feelings i need
my passion and urges
he will forever feed
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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May 21, 2016 at 9:33 AM
Kristina Ellis, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*
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January 14, 2009 at 3:04 AM
Nice poem Kristina and welcome to Poetry Soup. I invite you to read some of my work...Raul
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January 13, 2009 at 7:55 AM
Welcome to PoetrySoup Kristina. I hope to read more poetry from you. Love, Carol
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January 11, 2009 at 9:59 PM
I love this poem. It's very honest and realistic which every woman who has been through the experience will surely understand and appreciate, that is, if we are truly honest about it. I sure have been through the same experience many times over and it's heaven, that feeling of a man's hardness plunging deep inside my softness while I squirm and beg for the torment not to stop. Kathleen
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