She's a familiar but foreign comfort.
Ive explored her silhouette many times in my dreams, but as she lay before me each touch is a new each drop of sweet nectar better than the one before igniting my taste buds with glee.
A weaken breath, she breathes as she says my name. No other women can make it sound the way she does. A song of pure ecstasy and bliss as her silhouette rides to the beat of our hearts combined.
Each kiss a cry for more. An unfamiliar yearning a pull from a very familiar place.
Unleashing our soul's desire with every touch. A sensual cry from within as we overflow with love and passion. Overwhelming waves of spine tingling toe curling body trim bling chills flood or bodies as we go over the deep end. Lifting us off the ground above the clouds bursting at the seems pleasure so intense it has slowly become painful. Wiping all thoughts of fear from our minds as we fall back down.
Leaving us weak our bodies intertwined as the morning sun greets us. Beautiful dark chocolate and Carmel exposed. Together we are submerged in a pool of desire. Longing to fulfill each others bodies aching demand for each other.
-Day
YOU ARE READING
Things never said
Poetry...I wonder what happens when you release your thoughts and feelings to the world for their eyes to see. This is your view into my head...enjoy
