A
Passionate Embrace
My
breath catches as your lips whisper over my neck.
My
eyelashes close automatically.
The
slip of clothes falling off only heightens anticipation.
You
draw me close, put your mouth against mine.
Tongues
dance, hands grasp, breaths become labored.
Oh,
the bare scrape of your skin on mine.
The
wonder we find in each other.
Pull
me closer; it’s never close enough.
Your
lips drift over my body, full of worship.
Will
I ever get used to this much pleasure?
My
hands clench into the sheets,
The
inferno comes.
Take
me,
Your
body roaring over mine.
I
gaze up into your lovely eyes.
Kiss
me, move against me.
My
eyes go blind…I see nothing but you and these feelings.
Make
me yours.
Once,
twice, over again until our breaths level off,
Until
we kiss slow and hands claim gently.
This
is bliss.
I
love you.
Small wonder you write such beautiful romance novels, Marie! Love the sensuality in your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda!
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