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It begins with a look
a heated gaze
speaking volumes
without uttering a word.
Then a sweet kiss
like dipping your toes
testing the water
Just Right.
Passion starts to fill you
the kiss deepens
becomes demanding
tongues thrust
a mimicry of what's to come.
Hands trail over bodies
fingers brushing
eliciting sighs of pleasure
breath hot exhaled.
Need drives you
Impatient, clothes removed
melted bones
slide to the floor.
Crys fill your ears
pleas for touch
taste of the heat
that fills you both.
Bodies entwined
sliding slowly
you find home
in your lover's embrace.
The rhythm rises
a primal beat
moving,
sliding,
thrusting
toward ecstasy.
The sound of flesh
meeting flesh
spurs you on
until...
The moment comes
sweet release
you feel yourself
floating though still.
Soft kisses rouse you
your lover worshipping
thanking you for your gift
speaking softly,
with a grin
"Next time, let's try the bed."
a heated gaze
speaking volumes
without uttering a word.
Then a sweet kiss
like dipping your toes
testing the water
Just Right.
Passion starts to fill you
the kiss deepens
becomes demanding
tongues thrust
a mimicry of what's to come.
Hands trail over bodies
fingers brushing
eliciting sighs of pleasure
breath hot exhaled.
Need drives you
Impatient, clothes removed
melted bones
slide to the floor.
Crys fill your ears
pleas for touch
taste of the heat
that fills you both.
Bodies entwined
sliding slowly
you find home
in your lover's embrace.
The rhythm rises
a primal beat
moving,
sliding,
thrusting
toward ecstasy.
The sound of flesh
meeting flesh
spurs you on
until...
The moment comes
sweet release
you feel yourself
floating though still.
Soft kisses rouse you
your lover worshipping
thanking you for your gift
speaking softly,
with a grin
"Next time, let's try the bed."
Literature
My Pagan Spirituality
A quick synopsis for me, speaking only for my personal beliefs and no one else....
I believe in a Universal concept of God, which has male and female attributes, and which has no physical form, but exists as energy ebbing and flowing to and from us. I believe that all religions are reaching out to this divine force, but that the differences lie in cultural upbringing, family upbringing, personal reflections, studies, beliefs, and life's experiences. In essence, I believe that all beliefs are true and correct for the people that follow them, and that spiritual experiences are primarily a personal connection rather than a
Literature
Wicca
Wicca
Blue like the ocean skies.
Soft like the windy signs.
Deep like the hallow trees.
Free like the wild breeze.
Her spirit runs free like
The pixie wings, her mind
wanders like a spell casters
bind. Her heart is pure like
childs play. She runs wild like
the trees sway. Only after the
day is done does she come out
to have her fun. She is the silver
moon, she is the black dove's swoon,
she flutters, she floats, she is the
mother of goats. She is my mother,
my goddess, my friend. She is the
other part of my end.
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Laura (namaste) issued a challange in her comment on another poem of mine. "sometime i'd like to see you undertake a larger-scale poem (erotic or otherwise) where you unite some of these little gem ideas into a stunning new pattern." Well, I don't know if she meant it as a dare but I took it as one.
This is the result.
Download for proper spacing but can be read as is.
This is the result.
Download for proper spacing but can be read as is.
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Hello, i know this has been up awhile but i finally got back to this site again. i used to have an account as a different user darkvixen, but the e-mail got canceled and cant remember the password. anyways i just wanted to comment on this piece i have been reading a lot of your work and its beautiful. I would love to start writing more erotic pieces myself and if i do now it would be because you are an inspiration to do so. Thank you very much. Please continue writing it is wonderful.
~Maighdin
P.s. if you get back to this would you send a note in return, i may not be able to find this same poem again, you have so much written
~Maighdin
P.s. if you get back to this would you send a note in return, i may not be able to find this same poem again, you have so much written