A Craving....

trinityeliza

I crave the honey-sweetness
that drips off
your tongue,
the torrid caresses
of your touch
on my flesh,
the wanton feelings
you erupt in me,
the decadent
shattering of
myself
when I am
with
you…

trinityeliza

At the close of our day,
I linger in your eyes,
Lost in the moment,
Cherishing your touch.

Kissing, your tongue tangling with mine,
Teasing me, exciting me, making me ache,
Wanting you to take me right then.

I lay back, pleading without words,
Breathless with anticipation,
As you stand over me, taunting,
Making me wait, admiring what you've done.

Anxious, I raise my hips to greet your stare,
Beckoning you to enter me,
As if the lips hidden there
Could speak for me, to some other part of you.

Finally, you grant me relief,
Embedding my being,
My feet upon your chest to brace us both,
As you thrust deep inside, again and again.

You reach places within me,
I thought were untouchable,
The pain hurting so good,
That I can't help but cry out.

You wonder, if possibly you are hurting me,
Easing momentarily, but then I say, "don't stop",
And you know my whimpers are from ecstasy,
As I call you back into our entrancing dance.

My eyes are open to catch you,
As you're stealing satisfaction with your own,
Taking pride in knowing it is you,
That has caused these looks to come across my face,
Demonstrating to you, your power over me.

And then you say, "Oh my baby,"
As you gaze at me dreamily,
Shaking your head, as in disbelief,
Shyly grinning, revealing to me my own power
To make you feel alive.

I know you are close to leaving me,
Traveling to that place I cannot follow,
And I ask you not to go,
Trying with all my might to make you stay,
Requesting, "easy, wait," as I push you to your back,
Climbing atop you.

Then ever so carefully, I navigate you once again,
To the edge of your own heaven,
As I find that perfect rhythm of my own,
Barely breathing.

And as I start to throb, I become the one
Who cannot be stopped from taking flight,
As I ride you wildly, beyond the realms of night,
Into my own promised land.

And returning to earth,
I find to my delight,
You, also coming back to ground,
From a visit to a paradise,
That we both, together, found!

Mrs.Vedder78

I dont do poetry. I enjoy reading it other people's work though.

This poem was sinfully good.
It was so right to the point, so inviting though at the same time so easy to read without blushing.

You are very talented.

trinityeliza

Thanx grrlie. I'm glad that you stopped in to take the time to read. I love to share & although some would rather say nasty things about me, I say they can skip right past me if they do not like what I offer. I read weeks back because I find such talented people in her.

Thannx URS..