Er0TiCa's blog: "Poem"

I opened the door to the bathroom, warm in your rose red robe. You smiled at me, gently pulling you into a hug as I kissed you slow and soft, then hard and passionate as I ran my fingers through your long hair.You pulled away, smiling as you turned the shower on and slowly dropped your robe to the floor. I helped you undress, then led you into the shower. You lay down in the bath, the running water flowing over you, and pulled me down on top of you. We kissed hungrily as my hands explored your shoulders, back, stomach, bottom and thighs. My mouth moved down to your neck as I rolled off you and lay my naked body beside yours. Slowly, gently I stroked your warm skin, my fingers moving lightly at first, then slower, harder. You felt a tingling between your legs and moved them apart. My hands slid over your stomach and down to your vulva, stroking your inner thighs as I went. My strong, firm fingers stroked your clitoris softly.MmM I stood and turned off the water. Gathering you up in a soft white towel, I carried you to the bedroom. Laying you down on the bed,pouring oil into my palms and smoothed it over your glowing skin, massaging your feet, calves, thighs, bottom, stomach, back, breasts, shoulders and arms. When you was completely relaxed, I lay on top of you and asked, "How do you feel baby?" "Perfect." you whispered. I drew back off you, smiling, and you saw I had already climaxed. Your fingers parted the lips of your vulva and brushed my clitoris as you slowly inserted my fingers into you. With your first thrust, I felt your body pulse and spasm as my breathing quickened and my skin flushed. You climaxed to my rhythmic, hungry thrusts and urgent kisses. I awoke to find your tongue between my legs, teasing the area softly. I orgasmed again and climbed on top of you. Within minutes you had climaxed too, and we made love again, slowly and sensually.

You may think of me as silly, and it's a little thing to most I keep the glass you drank from the last time you were here the last time we had a toast. I don't clean it not in the least you see it has this lip print on the rim that does soothe this beast. I bring it out on special occasions that's every night to me, I gently place ice in the bottom then pour our favorite wine carefully. Holding it up to the light to gaze upon your lip print so sensuous, and full my eyes brim then water, becoming a pool. I place my lips next to where yours had been inhaling the fragrance of your essence and sipping the wine, so slowly you'd think it a sin. Lighting a candle and listing to a favorite song, I rock my body with an unseen partner, where my white dove had been, now gone. carefully placing it far to the back not to be misused I'll bring it out again when I feel my heart to be abused. Thinking of you softly not believing you have flown still holding my heart in hand for you to come home.

From where I lie, nestled between your tender thighs I see stretching out before me the spectacular landscape of your beautiful body. My nose is surrounded by the untrimmed bush that sprouts upon a bony ridge. Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of your womanhood and your earthy taste is sweet within my mouth. My eyes travel across the flat plain of your soft stomach, lingering at that shallow crater where a small gold ring decorates the rim most distant from me. It is a rolling meadow to the lush foothills of your breasts. Small firm mountains, a matched set, twin peaks each topped with its own perky nipple sitting alert as though calling out for attention. Beyond the mountains your chest and neck display the warm reddish flush that signals your arousal, like flowers announcing the coming of spring. My eyes travel over your chin, finding full lips that reveal nothing of your intense inner pleasure, save a small upturning of each corner. Your eyes are tightly closed as you look deep within. Golden hair provides a wispy frame for your lovely face as you are swept up in the avalanche of your arousal. Your face reveals no recognition of my presence, for you are swallowed up in the ecstacy of your sexual pleasures. As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to you, I close my eyes, for I have captured the landscape of your body. Your indelible image is imprinted on my mind and in fantasy, I will swallow you up. My mouth will consume you, taking you in and you becoming a part of me and I of you until the plains heave up, the mountains shake, and the bodyscape before me erupts with the fury buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul.