The Blush of Sun
Lost in the dark, tangled in silken threads
Caressed by the warmth of the night
Staring out over a slumbering city
Far away in impossible thoughts
Until I hear the softness of your voice
And you...
Muted blue against the cream of the moon
Shimmering in the threatening darkness
A silhouette made of satin and lace
Shadows replaced by the light of your face
A trojan horse for seduction and tainted games
Midnight waterfalls cascade your frame
And your fingers indulge mine
As lips collide and ignite concealed sparks
Tongues entwined between erotic remarks
The urgency of your hands at my waist
Clothes discarded in our haste
Pink traces of passion stain my skin
Until I’m enveloped within
On your knees with your hands on your heels
Aesthetic impressions mixed with a tease
As oil slides and glistens on moonlight skin
Highlighting erotic outlines of us
Pisces in our demeanour
I’m intoxicated by the scent of you
Captivated on your taste
As stifled cries tell me you’re near
Your body more rigid, more impulsive
Sincere…
While traces of saliva connect me to you
Refusing to yield until you succumb
To the hot wet caress between your thighs
Your mouth on me with muffled sighs
Inching closer to our own addictions of sin
Trying to resist the inevitable
Until we become one
A body of tactile addictions
Alive with carnal lust
Overwhelmed with endorphins
As you trace the tip of me
Push me to the limit until I’m empty
Your body reciprocates as hips rise and fall
The silence broken with sounds of provocative release
The taste of you lingers on my tongue
Shared in a kiss witnessed by the blush of sun...
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