Walking into the bathroom
while you're in the shower.
The see through curtain
leaves nothing to the imagination.
You turn to see me standing there
slowly undoing my buttons one by one.
You smile slyly as I slip out of my clothes.
I pull back the curtain
stepping right into your arms.
In your embrace you lower your head
capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.
You delicately run your hand down my side
lifting my thigh against your hip.
I reach down between us
to find that you are ready for me.
Pressing me against the wall
You lift me up to straddle you.
Wrapping my legs tightly around you
as you enter me forcefully.
Pinning my arms above my head
taking my breast in your mouth.
With each penetrating thrust
bringing us closer to ecstasy.
I scream your name
as you drive into me one last time.
This poem is good, very, very good. The passion therein is so genuine and elegant as to be both emotionally and erotically effective at the highest degree. A couple of punctuation changes would raise this poem from its excellent position into an even more poetic greatness. I applaud this verbal portrait you have drawn of two very interesting, and very happy, lovers. Like Breanna, you have the ability to write of the erotic without the least implication of tawdriness. That is a real talent, and you need to write more exactly like this one.
Starward