Clothing falling to the floor, A pile of silken rubble, Polluting my bedroom carpet, Sexy skin shines beneath lace and tie, Laying sexily upon my bed, Face up, face down, taking deep breath, Soaking deep into the linen, Floods of pleasure not seen since the Ark, Rested on the bed of the Mount, Clothing raining…
Be Ye So Bold?
To she, my beloved May, Whose hand I hold, Beloved, be ye so bold? As to give me this May day, Your cherry colored ribbon, Your strawberry flavored lips, Your ripened fruit, To forever color my bed, Lain and fed, Cuddling as we head to bed, Oh my beloved, Be ye so bold?
Riding the waves down deep, Sheets fold and shift underneath, Take me and keep me, Work me till I sweat beneath, Lovers twisted tide, Drowning in your love, Underneath moving in time, To your caboose, While drinking Champaign and wine, Ambidextourous we dance in unforgivable chains,
Twisting upon the nether, Reveling in the pleasure, Surrendering to the passion, And seduced into an eternity of ecstasy, Surrounded by the rising screams, In the vast vally of the mind, As electrodes produce mass hysteria, Along nerve lines.
Pushed close, breast to breast, Breath heaving to and frowe, So heavy and yet so, so, light, Across from each other, eyes dwell like deep wells, Drinking in each others soul, Through heavy breath and sweat filled touch, Passion dwelling bellow, In labored breath yearning, straining against moral restraint, To entwine with lover, in passion…
You lay me down in the pickup bed, Hold me tight, kiss my lips, Stroke my head, Running your finger tips, Through my short cropped hair, Arms wrapped around each other tight, Sharing the same air, Our spirits take flight, Entwined in love, We kiss and stare into each others eyes, Seeing our naked souls…
Lips entwined, locked around cherry flavored chap stick, and strawberry Champaign Celebrating each other’s love, Their tongues embrace Arms holding tight, Warming soul and enticing mind, What better way to end the evening Than in lover’s embrace
Laying here in a day dream haze, Enjoying my lover’s gaze, Holding his hand tight, Against my chest with all my might.
My partner is at her most beautiful, Early in the morning, When her hair is tussled, And her make-up sits on the bathroom counter, Her face clean, With a gorgeous smile, Enticing me to kiss her, I bask in her unpainted beauty, Giving thanks to whatever god deemed us to be.
HAY STACKS ARE FOR OLD LOVERS
Her hair grey like an overcast day, Enchanting me with her sly smile, As we hide away in the hay, Like young lovers on the sly. We huddle in a pile, Carressing each other, Hushing our whispers, As we enjoy our secret smiles.