i love the way the fudge explores
the ice cream as it melts
all in
no spin
when all is said and done
the meld complete
breathless
and bittersweet
enticing
just another taste
a spooning
or a finger dipped
where heat and flavors
run together
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stem to stern
he attends to each
and ev'ry
tactile inch
lingering where needs and wants
sing in resonance
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her taut confidence
just inflames his attitude
not so subtly
her smile reveals the pleasure
his discomfort lets them share
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perhaps if I'd show some restraint
you'd pay a little mind
and arch an eyebrow or the like
while I explore in kind
the treasures you've put on display
but hadn't quite revealed
until you'd come to see my way
submitting to the feel
of rough attentions slowly
dealt within a velvet glove
both hot and cold administered
and lingered o'er with love
then on the cusp drawn back a bit
withheld like indrawn breath
to lengthen the experience
which fingertips and lips incite
as embers blown to flames ignite
perhaps when conflagration ends
with cuffs unbound
begin again
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arching and afire
yet restrained
I pause a moment
or eternity
to savor you
and where you are
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curious
how awash with feeling
no
desire
a much better word
you submit
and I become the slave
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intertwined
their fingers describe
extensive
designs on
erogenous islands of
unbridled delights
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inexorably drawn
nuances of form
pale
to heart and soul and mind
oh but how they work together
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moving near you
with you
or just seeing you
there's a bonus
to the smile and wave
the giggle
and the purposed stride
that turns the heat up
even more
we won't even mention dancing
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torrid dreamscape she's revealed
her supple curves aglow
beneath diaphanous veneer
of natural wand'rings it is clear
her passion carried always near
she's with me where I go
leisurely stroll about the hills
perhaps along the valley's rills
or where the surf's crescendo thrills
I hear her whispers sing
and as the day slips into night
dreamscape on wings surely takes flight
her hills alive as I alight
the rhythm gently builds
until the whispers turn to moans
and arching toward that sweet unknown
where parted lips and guiding hands
release the thunderstorm
rains and thunder soon recede
the dreamscape fades but not the need
her scent and feel the colors bleed
as dawn replaces night
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it's less about the things we do
though parted lips
and darting tongues
with quickened breath
and skin on skin
friction
just enough
to make long dormant embers glow
on edge ...
...of open flame ...
sounds nice
and more that i am into you
that makes the color rise
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that I could make you bill and coo
what's more that you would want me to
with softest ministrations
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embers with the slightest breath
awaken in the night
the little bits of tinder
giving rise to cherry light
husband wife or lover
adding fuel to nascent blaze
hungers for the roaring flame
to burst from smokey haze
but slow
anticipation is as much
as arching moan in passion
gently
oh so gently
share the quiet ember's breath
linger in the teasing promise
of that ruby glow
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lay still, my love
eyes closed, my love
let hands and tongue
lightly caress
and slowly bring
through whispered agony
that glorious crescendo
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when tacitly we move from play
to more insistent games
with invitations intimate
our fires we will allay
coquettish glances faux demure
and catching breath with bitten lip
arching back insistent thrust
and taste of paradise
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