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”