THE ACT (erotica)

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JOURNAL #27

                                                                











pleasure



your hands



in my hair



our  tongues



seriously painting eachother's mouth with such intense glee



bodies thrumming and throbbing to get just a little closer still



such impossible heat and friction laying upon each other



in an unmade disheveled bed



ITS SOOOOOOOOOOO SEXY



my fingers have fallen in love with your silky lower back



your clothes make me think of my favorite christmas as a child



and how I couldn't wait to get my present open



(so, HOW do you feel now being my PRESENT?)



your hands are everywhere at once



I marvel over how you can breath  with your face so deeply buried



in my heated nape



the sound of your drug slurred voice in my ear



makes me quiver  and fight with your clothes  more seriously



(DAMN! why did you have to wear soooooo many clothes?)



the pulsing jagged French sentences you string together in my ear



though untranslatable now to me



still they leave me enrapt  and hungrier



you laugh in a deep rush of breath



when my hand finds you very tangibly attracted (wink)



truth and proof of your deep emotional state attained due to my



touch and nearness



I taste your moan as you beg me



TOUCH ME??



with your nostrils flaring and your lips swollen red



from umpteen deep hot wet long kisses



I comply to your plea



the hot feel of flesh length velvet steel weeps a creamy tear of



relief for my touch



suddenly I become too greedy



your breath SLAMS into your chest



as my eyes flash the greenest screams of YESSSSSS



all preliminaries  are shelved



clothes are carelessly tossed   here and there haphazardly



eyes smoke at the first sight of flesh revealed



your tongue laves my left nipple to your hungriest will



you are heat and pleasure almost too hot for me to get proper hold of



your mouth draws a wet sweet fire



down the gentle slope of my wreathing soft body



OH GOD



I can feel it all



your hands



your mouth



the tip of your cock



our thighs



all of you pulsing so alive



touching brushing caressing adoring all of me



I quiver on the edge



your fingers parting



slowly sweetly softly parting



opening my deepest aching wound



the hot lap and thrust of your tongue



renders me a river of rushing roaring release



I am a tidal wave



alas my drowning brave conquerer comes up for



victorious breath



kissing you  I taste all of me



stroking from you such hot slide



moan and promise



I slip to your side



my mouth a JOY to your stiff sexy pride (wink)



Ahhhhhh here comes the trail of hot whispered French



only now it sounds more like a prayer!



though I wonder what you are lamenting  on about now



at this point I'm really far too concentrated on another matter to care



whatever it is, it sounds beautiful to me anyway!



at a pinnacle point of such sweet slide I pause



to meet your fire rocket hot eyes



they are liquid orbs of seriously turned on French man



smiling like an EVE I kiss that mouth I've missed so much and pull you



purposefully into me



a hot heavy stillness grips our closely locked bodies



the tide then turns



and my beautiful dark haired seal  steers us toward the horizon's blinding



splash



in one deep plunge by you



I SHATTER into a million tiny beautiful glowing pieces of joy



nipping at your chin



I give you full reign to meet me in our own erotic paradise



with your own heart stopping full gallop opened up to the prairie now of



pure self fulfillment



in a pool of stingingly beautiful madness



my stallion falls with stars shooting from his wild untamed eyes



caught so safely in my arms



melting into my every thankful pore



Just as you move to get settled comfortable and closer to me



intimacy smiles



and the imp in me has to act



I wrestle with you for your cigarettes



I can still hear the laughter in your eyes



as you tickled the lighter out of my possession



sleep only came later



to give us a home



(Oct.4,2002 10pm)






Author's Notes/Comments: 

pure erotica just for the fun of it!

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Danielle,

That was a breathless poem. :)

Ozjan