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I run my hand Along the smooth curve Of her succulent ass As she bends over Pulling the handle erect Sending a hot spray of droplets And warm mist Behind the curtain I slap her buttocks As she shrieks Stepping into the shower Beckoning me with Her finger and a smile Bare skin Water cascading Down her flowing black hair Across her breasts Through her cleavage Running over her belly And sweet moist Nether region I step within her lair Kiss her Full pouting mouth Wet lips Looking into her eyes Streams of water Hitting my face Naked body Electrified Grabbing her slick hips With my greedy hands Cupping her dripping Curvaceous Breasts with my fingers Our bodies close Slick Enveloped by steam Engulfed by Lust As she massages My throbbing manhood With eager hands Hungry mouth and tongue Soapy boobs Bending over Pushing her Voluptuous ass Into my seething manhood Raging streams Pulsing across her inner thighs The carnal delight In between As I take her In our private Never never land Pristine and so dirty As she moans Sighs Shouts profanity To the droning sound Of jets of droplets Careening off our bodies To the floor I am your little whore She whispers As I arch my head Looking at the ceiling Close my eyes Grunt and cum Her buttocks bouncing Against my pelvis Repeatedly Before she drops To her knees Cleaning me With her serpentine tongue Thirsty mouth We become locked In a wet embrace Soaping her hair Warm body Streaks of water Carrying away Soapy bubbles My hands roaming freely Caressing her Holding her hand As she steps from the shower Majestic Dripping wet Full breasts glimmering As she reaches for a towel Looking dazed In a fogged mirror She attempts to dry her hair As I use my finger To trace I love you In the glazed over surface She smiles Before we kiss In the evanescent Tropical paradise We created Like a cascading waterfall We made the most Of the little time We had left Of our torrid tryst Making love In the shower.
I remember As if in a dream Waking With her in my arms In the morning Sleeping calmly Listening As she gently breathed In rhythmic sighs Feeling Her smooth Soft skin Under my fingers As my lips Brushed her cheek My face resting Within her fragrant Flowing tresses Kissing Her softly Slow On her supple neck Nibbling her ear Massaging her belly Inner thighs Until she rubs Her bloodshot eyes Yawning Stretching Grunting While I grasp her hips Firmly in my hot hands Positioning her As she pushes Against the head board Bottom high in the air Face down In the plush pillow Stained with lipstick Mascara Cum Her pelvis Gently bumping Into my throbbing Seething manhood Making love Furiously With vigorous thrusts Moans Profanity I am not done With you yet Little one I whisper Yanking her hair As she winces with pain Whelps Screaming Take me Daddy All of me Light from the window Highlighting red stripes On her lacerated back Crimson welts Like fresh paint On the full curvaceous Canvas Of her ass Of the many moments We had alone In forbidden Torrid trysts Skin on skin Heart to heart It was this Taboo scene Frozen in time I revere the most Lament Now that she is gone Waking up Alone now With her still In my arms.
Sometimes a poem Is just a poem It is not About you It is a verbal tapestry Spun with words Images Dancing rhythmically On a page Phrases Snatched From a picture postcard Sent from eternity A poem Is just a poem A reflection In a shattered mirror Shards of broken glass Scattered on a floor A mosaic Of what could have beens Lost yesterdays Tomorrows waiting To occur A torrid tale Of a beautiful woman Lies That many mistake As True Love Her eyes that engulf Captivate Drown suitors In a shallow pool That runs deep As you are carried With the current Of her orgasmic moans Sighs Profanity Overcome by an illusion A dream within a dream Red devils dancing Within shadows On the wall Illuminated by flickering Candle light A poem can be everything But it is not About you A poem may cry To the heavens Mascara tears Flowing to the ocean Streaming down a cheek Lamenting the loss Of a passionate lover A poem Is seeing her Enchanting face In the eerie glow Of the full moon Blue white It may be a recurring theme A torrid tryst Rose petals scattered On the bed In a sequestered room On a steamy Hot summer night Sensuality Pleasure Pain Bodies twisting Looking away Doing an erotic tango Within rumpled sheets A symphony of Sin Making love In a field of flowers On a cool Spring day Lips passing exotic fruits With each kiss Sticky sweet A poem is anguish Despair As a castle crumbles Into the sea Meant to last forever Monuments of stone Covered by shifting sands Being haunted With goodbye Finality Seductive memories That will not fade Visions of her Disappearing like a ghost Whispering remember In your ear As she passes Invisible Into the ether But continues living Amongst markers and weeds In the graveyard Of your mind Lingering In your heart Within a poem Holding her In your arms Shivering In the pouring rain As you kiss Her full pouting Cherry red lips One last time Before she leaves Embracing For what seems Like eternity A poem can be anything Nothing Meaningless It is simply a poem An illusion Phantom In the rear view mirror That will not go away It is just a poem Nothing more A playground for fools Dreamers Lovers Who chase rainbow colored Butterflies Into the heavens Then fall From the sky It is not About you.
What is love? She asked Tears streaming Down her cheeks Dark mascara rivers Flowing out to sea As we sat in the car Condemned to wait For goodbye As the sky grew grey Clouds forming My heart beating Pitter pat To the drops Of precipitation Falling onto the wind shield Foggy with heated breaths Anticipation As I answered Earnestly Pausing a moment Gazing into her eyes My trembling hand Caressing Her flowing hair As I sat there Accused of treason Love My darling Is everything Nothing In between I said As lightning flashed Thunder rolled The torrent began Love is Holding her hand The beat of her heart A look in her eye Love is long nights Of agony Waiting alone for her to call Saying she got home Love is making love In the black To flickering candles Devils dancing on the wall Reflected by the light Of a full moon Glowing Blue white Love is the feel Of her voluptuous body To greedy hands Desire Passion Sensuality Seething Lust Love is trust Pain Misery Despair Saying goodbye When all you want Is to hold her forever In your arms Love is kisses In the rain Before she leaves you I concluded As she stepped outside I kissed her Full pouting lips Dirty little mouth Again and again Cradling her face In my eager fingers As the rain fell relentlessly Drenching us As we stood in defiance Of the storm Exposed To the punishing elements I said Seized by emotion I love you Freezing droplets Whipping winds Obscuring my sentiment This I said Is Love As she turned To walk away In the darkness Oblivious To my shout As she boarded Her bus And it drove Into the distance Love is Kisses In the rain.
