Cuddles and feelings make the world so good.
Hushed our embrace, our silence understood.
Ten spare lights, as our romance is revealed.
Jenni in love, our hearts gently healed.
Jenni I allow you to ravish me this night.
Mutual trust, a bond shining bright.
Harmonious whispers dance in the air.
Gazebo nuzzles, a moment so rare.
Caressing souls, as sweet as your perfume.
Aspiring union in our discrete bedroom.
Hold love safe from shadows' loom.
Before we play, let's preamble with the entree,
Enjoy the soft shoe shuffle, before the souffle.
Dancing tipsy, on tippy-toes, to belay and delay the mainstay.
It's a wily whisper of words, a teaser to savor in foreplay.
To amble and gamble, to begin with the starters on show,
Unscrambles the egg, but won’t scramble the glow.
For it's only a tongue-tip foretaste, a wink to what's next.
A fling ding unfettered, a sinew stretch, before things get complex.
It's like players who tune their strings, before starting to play.
It's like scene-setters setting the stage for ballet.
It's a warm-up, a rehearsal, a try-out, to get things right.
Before the curtains call up, ready to go on opening night.
He said t’was the job of the whiskey
To make the poor lass docile, frisky
But she closed her eyes
And also her thighs
And refused to do anything risky
"foreplay"
allow me to
dangle my
partial
participle
Can something else not play
Or you just stop a replay
Of the scene on display
About Sex and Foreplay
And the way The Wayward lay?
For oddly do we slay
The Good Life everyday
While at last we shall pay
On some not conceived day
Or a tearful thing have to say
About Free Immoral Leeway,
Much like Accident- Prone Highway…
And sterile ***********
A far cry from Photography.
Kissing
A brushing against one another
Of two pairs of lips
That some inner fire kindles
In their owners
Or simply their tongues
Gives inter-locking chances.
A contact quite in order
Between two bilabials obeying some tips
That no dignity dwindles
Nor Holy Moaners
Of the highest rungs
Offer a reason for war dances.
Kissing is a love-fuelling foreplay
For all lips save the hard-baked clay;
Roguishly good at ending a fray
And much awaited like juices on a tray.
A lot couples and partners miss,
When they frivolously forget to kiss;
With frequent releases of a hurting hiss
Enthroning a world of ***** bliss.
Kissing, shortly after an arrival,
Is the Best of Welcome
And ahead of a separating travel
The finest of farewells.
Kisses on your neck
Running fingers through your hair
Your moans fill the air
Neophyte foreplay
Back seat chess moves compromise
pawn takes Queen: mateCheck
Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch
That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...
Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...
Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high students
sprouting their first sparse beards,
their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections...
The most unlikely coupling—
Lambert, 18, the only college prospect
on the varsity basketball team,
the proverbial talldarkhandsome
swashbuckling cocksman, grinning...
Beside him, Wanda, 13,
bespectacled, in her primproper attire
and pigtails, staring up at him,
fawneyed, disbelieving...
And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her,
as she twitched impaled on his finger
like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes,
I knew...
that love is a forlorn enterprise,
that I would never understand it.
Keywords/Tags: first love, sex, sexy, lust, passion, desire, school, student, teen, teenage, learning, bus, foreplay, fingering, odor, musk, romance, romantic, humiliation
With every new day, love finds a way
Molding it from the beginning like a colorful bouquet
Both of us willing to do the work that builds a pathway
To that special place where love lives on display
Giving it to God when we bow our heads to pray
Taking on presence in our lives like foreplay
Building a foundation made of gold
One that will support us as we grab a hold
Of what warms us inside and keeps us from the cold
Always willing to take the time
To live true love that we design
Making sure we have seen the right signs
Building trust in each other that helps us unwind
What goes on living in our minds
Realizing love is far from a perfect rhyme
It takes dedication and commitment to keep it in time
With every new day, love finds its way
Like a beautiful sunset across the bay
Having no regrets from our yesterdays
It's far from a picnic in full play
Creating forever love that is here to stay
Dancing through life like a perfect ballet
When time is surreal
Everything around you
Spinning like a windmill
As we brake the seal
Knowing what is the best deal
Wheeling our way through this day
Feels like our life is on a pathway
To Replay what we know lives in our hearts
Everything so smooth from the very start
No way this love is coming apart
Love the way you convey
All those wonderful things you say
That you throw my way
That leads to a magical kind of foreplay
Gets our spirit out to play
As our love climbs to heavens way
That takes us awake to a new kind of day
When time stands still
And everything feels so real
Where you know the love you feel
Is alive and very surreal
Knowing in your heart
You have found the best parts
Life is a balance wheel
Leaving us to seal
The love that lives in our hearts
That hooked us from the very start
So we need to play this ever so smart
If we don't want this love to ever come apart
the road went blind
two blind couples on
each other finding out
how pleasure tastes
they went in & out of
each other selfishly
their bodies groaned
their skins welcomed
their craveness for more
love and lust listened
****** paid a visit
and again, they went on
Fingering the eyes of the
day into the dumb of the night.
Two tattered thoughts climaxed
To ending a cum of chips.
The texture of their kisses
penetrated each other ending
the wind of tension between
Veteran noon eyes watched
Till they separated into satisfaction.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
It will take us
Twenty four hours
Of foreplay,
And six minutes
To make love.
This pigeon hole
Is ours my love,
Leave the world outside,
Let them knock
And disturb us not,
We have waited long enough,
Just to be together like this
Time is not on our side,
All we have is now!
First seductive moves and intimate touches
Of bodily drive so hot and sensual, starting with no
Rush or haste, just slower, slower and slow, then
Engine gets heated up, everywhere becomes charged
Points to specifically visit cannot be by passed
Licks, sucks and massages in steady speed
Acceleration kicks, desires burn into each other
Yearnings sum up this outburst to begin the core
“A lonely Foreplay”
Sliding a glass of wine on my lips, thirst I cling,
The warm sheets wrap me wandering,
My skin of pearly porcelain,
Longing to be mold, unfold, be hold.
I was left waiting for some rage, profound
Intoxicating, seductively calling your name.
My night became a riddle from longing,
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle
Circles with motion, of sweet soothing notion.
A touch of a gentle relentless
Warmed me, eased the aching breathe in me.
Kiss my endearing eyes from afar,
then I’ll fall back into realm of counting sheep.
-km
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