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Candlelight Lover
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Candlelight Lover |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
The work had been especially hard, a pressure cooker of storming madness, every one on the edge of insanity. Calling home to your lover, wishing this day were over, stating the only thing you wanted, was to bury your head in a undisturbed pillow. Entering the door of your sanctum, the darkness of gloom blinding you in questions. Answered by a hidden glow, so sensuous, a ghostly angel reincarnated, the mirage of exquisite pleasure. Briefcase slamming into the floor, a stunned face of silence, as the apparition shimmers in hypnotic trances of release. Purple satin of passion, flickering in such arousal. As the fabric hugged clinging so erotically. You mystically cast your spell, scented within candles of romance, in a new found vitality, as the mind swallows every curve. Floating across the sparkling candlelight, your hands grab my tie to loosen my frustrations. Slowly taken of my suit coat, then unbuckling my belt, in a flash move it flew like a lightning bolt. in thundering intrigue, “You said the rest would come later.” As your hand caressed mine, hinting that the best was to come. You led me away, as if a child. Entering another room, my hunger grew stronger for you, but in a glance, a woman can do, I awaited my move. On a table built for two, the candelabra of endless treats, the intoxicating wine awaited my anticipating lips, while my eyes were glued to yours. Across the table, your lips tasted honey, wishing to share it as a forbidden fruit. You then took strawberries, encircling them with your tongue, as the eruption built within, in intertwining thoughts. In words spoken so soft, that love was not needed, for it was understood, in the passion, the language of the unspoken. Speaking in verse, that poet’s can only imagine in their ultimate climax. From the communication, that a woman gives, we move into the bedroom of endless treasures, wishing this day would never end, in the surprises in store for me. But excuse me, I must close the door, for I have work to do. Thought: In a kiss that felt my shoes, I will never walk away from you. Note: I wonder how many would want me to continue, in un-vulgar terms. I have been worse than normal for posting replies to other poets writings but for now I must go to a library and then post my work quickly, sorry. D.Lester Young (04/15/03) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
This was nice.... Bridgette  "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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