Lust's First Touch
I recall my first touch, but barely the next,
Life after that is a just black & white mess,
Crisp romance and desire is a climatic blast,
Lust-filled longing to grapple with Goddess’s clasp.
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Toes thrust through the sand as surf spills over feet,
Emotionless shadows resign and copulate in defeat,
Transfixed entanglement with tightening embrace,
Heavenly scented mist of Venus in my face.
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The pink surge commences from bosom to torso,
Rush of engorged blood. Palms, cheeks, & neck also,
Burst of pupil dilation as we gaze eye to eye,
Blurt of your submission seeps across thigh.
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Vigorously working resolute solution away,
Silently screaming and beckoning to flay,
Amphitrite’s wash breaks loose and soaks deep,
Mournful crying of climax as together we peak.
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Subdued we release with shuddering spasm,
As I fully explore depths of your sacred chasm,
A glimmer of passion as we silently suspend,
Adorning a look of love I wish will never end.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
Copyright © Pj Bayliss | Year Posted 2015
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