Our Sensual Lovemaking

 Its that moment I first look into your eyes,

As that beautiful smile caress your lips,

I knew at that moment all I want is to

Taste you, to hold you and to make you

Feel what desire you in still inside me,

That butterflies in my stomach,

When you look at me with love in your eyes,

It’s that moment I first shared with you,

Showing you what sensual desires hits me

Whenever I am near you,

As our  lust filled eyes were focus on each other.

I kissed her with eased passion,

As we undressed each other.

When I laid you down on the white satin sheets,

Dark eyes hover above her own,

Softly I kissed you, as I make sure

You’re okay, you nod your head.

I am dying too touch every core of you,

As my finger tips stroke your body,

Caressing your breast as I can feel the nub

Underneath my finger wanting me

To taste it, my head in between the bosoms

Of your beautiful shaped breast,

You looked into my eyes, as yours turn darker,

I knew at that moment what is coming next,

As we both underneath the soft silky sheets.

Our tongues devouring there other,

Our first time of sweet love making,

Worshipping your body, as it should.

The moans in my ears, the biting on my bottom lip,

“Please.” Came from your lips,

As my hands find way cupping you wet centre.

Fingers dip & pressed, but not completely entering,

Causing louder moans coming from the girl.

She shifted her hip as, gasping with pleasure

As fingers slid through her heated core.

The rhythm of your breathing and the tender heartbeat,

Under me, giving me a beat,

Her tears, her moans, were like music to my ears.

The feeling of my tongue on her clit

And two extra fingers inside her

Was more then what she could handle.

Her stomach was tightened as the desire

Of lovemaking explodes within her,

A long shuddered scream, as her body

Violently raked over and over.

Meaning :

To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.

Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections, as leaves are to the life of trees. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.


My Inspiration came from sensual love ballads, i use to it let the words fill me & explore places i have never been, this is my entry for Poetry Potluck Week # 39 "Inspired by a song"