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Poetic Seduction
It was a meeting long thought about in both of our minds.
Written seduction.
Invoking in you what would be a moment of feeling totally lucid and yet hallucinating.
A moment that was close to becoming real
A short, intimate poem,
gave wings to the desire that hung in the corner of the house
You could not remember
just how good the feeling of being invaded was.
Speaking aloud the words of love
did wonders, sending shivers down through your spine
and then, I was there.
I felt drunk, an overload of all the senses
My hands, the hands that had created the illusion,
gently caressed, with a touch so light,
you let out a plaintive wail.
Enlivening your whole body,
a body that increasingly appeared to be naked.
The hands continued to explore your body,
accelerating the pace of your heartbeat,
creating a feeling of perfect bliss,
but you wanted more, needed more .. always!
My voice spoke inside your ears:
“Do not be ashamed”
Shame? You felt no shame,
but an eagerness to explode.
The words, recited so softly, did not stop working wonders.
There was no mention of sex, just erotica,
that made you wet.
The sweetness with which those words were written,
should not contain the strength of our first kiss
The warmth of my lips,
my hands sliding over you with abrasive fire,
induced by the eagerness contained within the language.
That kiss,
lips open and restless tongues,
made you moan again.
Syllable by syllable,
giving wings to the imagination within those four walls.
Only in that corner, of that house, was it possible.
I penetrated you slowly,
to savour the tight, moist warmth.
Moved within it,
came out,
our ghost shadows doing impossible stunts.
“It was good, wasn't it?” my whispers asked.
It was good, but I want more, you silently replied.
“Who says it's over?”
And so we offered our body’s once more,
and then another and another and another ....
It was certainly the beginning of a long night.
It was late when I left,
leaving you sleeping peacefully.
But do not think the passion has ended there,
I am writing you a new poem.
Written seduction.
Invoking in you what would be a moment of feeling totally lucid and yet hallucinating.
A moment that was close to becoming real
A short, intimate poem,
gave wings to the desire that hung in the corner of the house
You could not remember
just how good the feeling of being invaded was.
Speaking aloud the words of love
did wonders, sending shivers down through your spine
and then, I was there.
I felt drunk, an overload of all the senses
My hands, the hands that had created the illusion,
gently caressed, with a touch so light,
you let out a plaintive wail.
Enlivening your whole body,
a body that increasingly appeared to be naked.
The hands continued to explore your body,
accelerating the pace of your heartbeat,
creating a feeling of perfect bliss,
but you wanted more, needed more .. always!
My voice spoke inside your ears:
“Do not be ashamed”
Shame? You felt no shame,
but an eagerness to explode.
The words, recited so softly, did not stop working wonders.
There was no mention of sex, just erotica,
that made you wet.
The sweetness with which those words were written,
should not contain the strength of our first kiss
The warmth of my lips,
my hands sliding over you with abrasive fire,
induced by the eagerness contained within the language.
That kiss,
lips open and restless tongues,
made you moan again.
Syllable by syllable,
giving wings to the imagination within those four walls.
Only in that corner, of that house, was it possible.
I penetrated you slowly,
to savour the tight, moist warmth.
Moved within it,
came out,
our ghost shadows doing impossible stunts.
“It was good, wasn't it?” my whispers asked.
It was good, but I want more, you silently replied.
“Who says it's over?”
And so we offered our body’s once more,
and then another and another and another ....
It was certainly the beginning of a long night.
It was late when I left,
leaving you sleeping peacefully.
But do not think the passion has ended there,
I am writing you a new poem.
Published 13th Aug 2012
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13th Aug 2012 3:03am
