Fact, Fiction, Real or Make Believe?

 




In our passionately invented adventures,
for the briefest stolen moments of our lives;
you become my flaming phoenix of scripture
and I, your exotically sensual bird of paradise.

Oh how I wish to quench, on your lips my thirst,
to be your one and only, your last and your first.
Alleviate my heart’s ache with your masculine touch,
Wrapped in your arms, to your chest fiercely be clutched.

Stroke me to sensual awakening with your fingertips,
consign me to the throes passion and it’s lurid grips,
languidly make me feel like a woman time and again
in the path of every line stroke your hand has lain.

Subliminally calling your name without saying a word
in the silence of my world, I have desired you so,
fantasies woven into the warps and wefts of each writ,
where subliminal expressions have been set within.

Come quench your thirst on the flavor of my lips,
reawaken your passions on the curves of my hips,
baby get your vital dosage of passion each day,  
as I feed off the sound of your voice’s sexy timbre.

As a man you patiently takes your time
never forgetting nor neglecting to do it right,
repeatedly you take me to my climactic brink
with your incredibly unique brand of sexual kink.

You love to bend my sensually stimulated mind,
exploiting all the sexual weaknesses you find,
patiently studying my body in every way
learning the triggers to my orgasmic waves

You are a man who knows how to have fun
and why you will always be my number one,
never allowing interruption once you’ve begun
plundering my treasures, conquering my kingdom.

You always make certain I am thoroughly satiated,
every aspect of my dreams you have permeated
you take it slow, ridding it low, oh how enjoy lingering  
pleased with the effects of your deeds are obtaining.

Alas, sadly, all good things must inevitably come to an end,
when our reading is done so too, our intriguing game of pretend
reality beckons and it will not  wait  so until the next time
when we each read the other, a goodbye kiss... meantime.

Gypsy Red