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An Offering Of Myself
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Erotica Poems Forlorn, I become,
When your body is not unclothed next to mine.
My passionate embrace is not enough,
When tears roll down my face.
I close my eyes and think of you...
How you'd press yourself up against me from behind-
Wrapping an arm around my waist...
And i'd sigh in your embrace,
Glittering tears running down...
Let me take you away to a place no one can harm us,
Where the moon is full and high in the sky--
Or if you prefer-- luminescent and elegant on the horizon of that distant island.
I'd look to you and ask you,
"How do you like this?"
You'd smile, look to the side---
Watch the shadows of tropical fish swimming daintily below,
And the lapping of the water against the rocks in its solemnity.
Your hand would find mine in that hour,
And you'd pull me to your chest.
I feel your breathing,
And with each breath,
I fall in love even more.
Such mere mortals we are,
Breathing in and out as the wind sweeps the palm trees nearby.
The humidity of the night mixing with the ocean breeze.
Far off lightining captivates you and I...
As we are now in that moment.
One step and I feel as if I may float,
As your love posesses a magical power,
As to bind me to yourself.
I submit gladly,
And when I kneel--- When proclaiming my love for you--
My lips upon your thighs,
Your passion running sweetly down,
You bring me to my feet, and speak--
"A woman as beautiful as you shall not kneel before me, but become my equal."
Skin against skin--
Deep, intense, passionate touches--
Your fingers trailing over my breasts,
Down my stomach,
Across my belly,
To the sweet flower that blooms only for you.
My sweet nectar lines your fingers,
As I pull your head softly to rest upon my chest.
Constant "I love yous" I hear,
Resounding in my mind as faint whispers,
As my body opens to you--
This flower unfurling in the twilight.
And as the rain clouds roll in,
Bringing only a slight breeze,
You and I are covered in speckled raindrops...
Now showered upon by nature,
You marvel at my offering to you.
Without breaking your stare,
You guide yourself into my offering...
The sweet gasp that lines your full lips,
Makes me shudder neath your security...
Hands against my sides,
Guiding me...
Softly in...
Gently out...
Softly in...
Gently out...
And your stare, your eyes like embers,
Not scorching, but warming -- comforting.
And you continue...
Gently in...
Slowly out...
Gently in...
Slowly out...
As you offer yourself to me.
"I am yours," I proclaim...
And in this moment, you smile.
As our speed increases,
Our embrace seems deeper...
I hold you within me,
With no desire to let go...
And you spill your offering into me,
Through tightly shut eyes,
Whispering my name in unison with your breath,
And mine.
A rush of waterfalls---
A soft embrace of the nighttime abyss...
Sweet love we make,
As a proclimation of our undying feelings.
