Muses of lust

a poet without a muse how can that be,

when all he smells is her scent on his pillow, his bed linens

as the two plays a rhythm with there bodies melting

they close together. Her scent sends him to a world

Beyond this one as the universe and earth combined in a mixture

of passionate lovemaking as their lips melt with each other.

A rhythm they are playing making sounds of mystery

as he’s hands both lay on the small of her back.

Surrounding there bodies to become a sound of poetry

that envelope into a beautiful love ballade.

A poet he is, she as his muse as he lust after her skin

burning with deep desire to fall over and love her

for all time. Him losing his virginity to a goddess on fire.

Supernatural power extreme from their lovemaking.

He yearns for her, his aching for her to come find him once again.

Then come wrap me up into your arms, expose your desire.

Leave an imprint as you pour your soul out for me to drink it.

Miss me nightly; miss me daily as my name gets printed on your heart.

Let only my name be left upon your breast as I am falling deeper into your existence.

The beat of your heart against mine plays a rhythm of pure love beats.

 © Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved.

Flowing pen

The flow of my pen

Gently travelling and mesmerizing

Each outline so tenderly,

Soft tissue underneath my thumb,

As I come find myself

 On a journey upon new discoveries.

He who hasn’t been in my place yet,

Must be idiotic to have left your side.

There masculinity couldn’t confined,

That you’re a precious jewel,

Not to be broken or tampered with,

My gentle pen is drawing a map

Upon your skin, as my lips leaves

Tracks of places I want to endeavour

My inner emotions burning with desire

As I felt you’re body heating under my pen,

My fingers leaving space for my lips,

To taste, too explore on a natures trail.

There are no marks of bruises left by my pen,

I make you feel like you’re a woman,

That deserves to be loved and to be romanced.

The flow of my pen, never empty.

Due to the slow love making of our touches,

Our eyes locked, intense and full of lust.

This is how I want to show you my passion,

Your body that my lips have drawn a map,

Does my words leak from mind as it

Does on your smooth silky skin,

I want my touching to be like a beautiful song,

That flows from my pen.

Copyright  C Davids

22/06/2011

A language of Love

Caressing your tender heart

With words spoken with love.

As it flows of the tongue and mix

With the passion and the desire

That holds our love together,

I want to embrace you,

Cover you endure you with passion.

Steaming words caressing and

Creating a flutter right down

In the pit of your stomach.

As I lay my love in your arms,

A language of love,

Spoken with the emotions

Of what enlighten within me,

You spark the candles with your eyes,

Holding me and loving me.

Words of a language that devours

My tongue, loving you with all

That I am, the feeling of rebirth

Has been born out of our love

For one another and the only

Language I want to speak to you

For many years to come.

A language of love.

In Spanish

Un lenguaje de amor

Acariciando su corazón tierno
Con palabras de amor.
A medida que fluye de la lengua y la mezcla
Con la pasión y el deseo de la
Que tiene nuestro amor juntos,
Quiero abrazarte,
Cubierta que soportar que con pasión.
Palabras acarician y vapor
La creación de un aleteo derecha abajo
En la boca del estómago.
Pues pongo mi amor en sus brazos,
Un lenguaje del amor,
Hablado con las emociones
De lo ilumine dentro de mí,
Que la chispa de las velas con sus ojos,
Que me sostiene y amarme.
Palabras de una lengua que devora
Mi lengua, amarte con todo
Que soy yo, el sentimiento de renacimiento
Ha nacido fuera de nuestro amor
Uno para el otro y sólo el
Lengua que quiere hablar con usted
Durante muchos años por venir.
Un lenguaje del amor.

Enchantment

Enchantment

Your touch masculine and tender,

Bristling on my shoulder as your tongue

Leaves a tender longing, moulding me into you.

A touch enchanting as lips moves

From shoulder up to my jaw line,

As you capture the bottom of my lips,

Wanting you to explore each part of my mouth,

Devouring me, that familiar taste,

More harder, rougher, yet passionately

Smouldering, my senses alerting me,

That I once were touched in every curve,

In every part of my naked form.

By the one my heart were connected to.

As we both without taking a minute longer.

As we rush to see each others naked bodies,

Sweating from our foreheads,

As we touch each other in familiar places.

Like I have recorded it in memory.

As your lips burn onto my skin.

Touching and placing your thumbs underneath my bosoms.

As you delicately went to grab one nipple

Into your mouth,

Our eyes never leaving.

As your arousal were pressed against my womanhood.

Undressing me from my underwear,

As you gently lay me down.

That fiery passionate look in your eyes.

The green turned darker as a smile crest upon your lips.

Your masculine body lay upon mine,

As your manhood reached inside of me,

That familiar feeling of being with you.

Of having that moment of pure ecstasy.

As you thrush and hold me in your broaden embrace.

Nothing feminine of what once was in an enchanting lovemaking.


My Entry for Poetry Potluck #48 ,

“Passionate Nights of Love”

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"