Come Hither

When I arrived near,     your soul reached for mine,           your heart followed suit… Our feelings of wanton desire and animal lust,     would not allow us to continue as before. My lips want for the soft, sweet taste,     that can only be yours. My hands yearn for the sensation of the softness,     of your skin. The welling of desire within my groin,     wishes to enter your depths. “Come hither” I say to you,     our lust reaches heights previously unknown. You comply, willingly, and openly, for your lust,     equals that of my own. Allow me, dear lady, to demonstrate with you,     the depth of our desire. Slowly we stroll together,     in the direction of the chamber of love,           stopping several times, for an embrace,               filled with passion. Upon our arrival, I take you into my arms,     once again, for desire fills the air;           passion fills our eyes; love fills our hearts. As lights dim, and candles glow, the illumination,     can only be described as beauty, for in that light,           our bodies glow. My fingers feel your bare skin, soft and supple,     my eyes wish to see more of your sensual beauty. All outside this chamber, is forgotten;     it is as if there is no one else, but us two. Our skin comes alive,     as our fingertips explore each other.  Our breath quickens as our desire builds     more desire for each other. As we begin to lie together,     our kisses grow even more passionate;           our eyes become pools of flammable fluid;               to ignite each other’s flames. Our movements quicken as the acts of love commence;     our tongues explore each other’s depths… The hard and the soft, come together,     in depths unheard of before. As your climax nears our bodies melt together,     as water to water. It cannot be told where one ends and the other begins. As each climax ensues,     desire is sated for a moment,           and passion builds again and again. As my own climax nears,     movement becomes even more passionate. When it arrives, yours does too, our voices reach     a height that can only mean love… Basking in the afterglow of our love,     our movements grow still, our kisses,           once passionate, grow more and more tender. As that subsides, our love grows once again,     slowly sleep, satisfying sleep, arrives,           our bodies               Love… © Jonathan Wikkins October 30, 2001 Revised February 17, 2008 All Rights Reserved Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 02:14 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff    erotica