I close my eyes and see him there
Walking to me, waiting for me
Holding my face in his strong hands
He plunges his hands in my hair,
his fingers caught in my curly tendrils
His lips softly brush my own
I memorize the moment
I anxiously open my mouth to him
allowing his tongue to dance with mine
“Your mouth tastes like heaven, love”
An embrace to pull him closer
His body presses against mine
He lies me down and kisses me
hands begin to explore
palms skim over taut nipples
following the trail slowly
Brushing over my stomach, my thighs
He slides his hand up my middle
Discovering me trembling and teeming
diving deeper, meandering at his own pace
Recovering elements of myself
Long ago forgotten
I moan as he reaches my center
as our tongues make love to each other
My heaven, my home
She walks in the room and he stops breathing momentarily
She has this effect on him- she simply takes his breath away
He crouches at her feet and gingerly spreads her legs
She opens herself to reveal his heaven, his home
He looks up for approval and she smiles coyly as she nods
She runs her long fingers through his hair and pushes his face into her warmth
This is where he always wants to be, his head between her smooth olive thighs
He closes his eyes and lets his tongue explore all of her crevices
His tongue has memorized her every fold and he revels in her power over him
Her thighs begin to tremble as she squeezes his head- she is ready now
She lifts her hips up, pushing his tongue into her deeper still
With one last flick of his tongue her entire body tenses
As she drenches his face with her delicious nectar
…. His heaven. His home
(This was after reading a fellow poet's hypnoertoica)
His words whisper and enchant
And I fall willingly under his spell
With baited breath I await instructions
That urges me on to distant lands
The sand is hot and burns my feet
But no matter- I go on
Words whispered on the wind
Brush though me and compel
Undressing as I go
Sun drenched skin exposed
Blue water beckons
Filling me and drowning me
The salt of the sea mixes with my own
Skin prickles to cool water
Nipples becoming taut and ripe
My body is a welcome stranger
That I must study and memorize
Waves crash over me, wetting me
Urging me to dive deeper
Fingers trail a thigh, discovering and opening
a small treasure lost out at sea
My wandering mind lulls and soothes
I could wax and wane for eternity
Were it not for his words, whispering to me
His words enchant and ensnare once again
Pulling me back to cool blue water
Once again I am floating away
Alone with his words
I close my eyes and feel the water envelope
Brown curled tendrils transformed
Now a fluid halo that surrounds me
I still am learning the curves and caves of myself
Determined fingers over smooth skin
That prickles to my timid touch
Heaving breasts and ripe nipples
Begging to be tempted and teased
Soft stomach with memories of tighter days
Powerful thighs that have ensnared many
Loosen to allow me to explore
I trace the trail from a trembling inner thigh
Discovering my center hot and teeming
I gently slide my eager finger
So quickly drawn in to the core
Hot flesh foreign, yet so familiar
Flicking, brush strokes
Guiding and urging
With firm palm, pressing flesh
The heart of my womanhood
Pulsing to its own rhythm
The ache leading the way
A hunger uncontrolled and wild
Overwhelms my senses
Harder
Harder
My breaths become labored
With rapid waves the sea crashes in on me
Bringing me to a blissful zenith
As my heart slows I gingerly taste
The nectar men always beseech
What some have hailed as heaven
I now can call home
I float along the sea, waiting for his words….