What is good sex?
Good sex is hot
Heat rising from the core
slick with the sweat of passion
body against body
tongues dancing
hand on that cheek
clawing my back
as we get deeper
and deeper
I hear her voice
a rasp in my ear
a hoarse whisper
she calls me names
I feel her heart beat
through my chest
as my nipple
scrapes her breast
her centre meeting mine
a furious hula
a tempo
set by two bodies
hungry for the maximum
her eyes catch mine
in an instant
eternity passes
I see her soul
she glimpses my being
my thickness soaked
with her appreciation
her whole body trembles
her mouth opens
her lip
juicy
passion catches her voice
satisfaction
Pause
then as sure a breathing
her soft and soothing
breath against my cheek
we begin
again.
Good sex is hot
Heat rising from the core
slick with the sweat of passion
body against body
tongues dancing
hand on that cheek
clawing my back
as we get deeper
and deeper
I hear her voice
a rasp in my ear
a hoarse whisper
she calls me names
I feel her heart beat
through my chest
as my nipple
scrapes her breast
her centre meeting mine
a furious hula
a tempo
set by two bodies
hungry for the maximum
her eyes catch mine
in an instant
eternity passes
I see her soul
she glimpses my being
my thickness soaked
with her appreciation
her whole body trembles
her mouth opens
her lip
juicy
passion catches her voice
satisfaction
Pause
then as sure a breathing
her soft and soothing
breath against my cheek
we begin
again.
Just how busy busy busy
busy with our lives
busy out drinking
busy hard working
busy just thinking
busy moments spun together
into a web that never ends
Every moment filled with something
a bag of gold that never ends
busy with our dreams
busy giving help
busy getting ready
busy with ourself.
but busy ends sometime
the last coin eventually spent
why didn't I take a moment then
wondering where time went.
busy with our lives
busy out drinking
busy hard working
busy just thinking
busy moments spun together
into a web that never ends
Every moment filled with something
a bag of gold that never ends
busy with our dreams
busy giving help
busy getting ready
busy with ourself.
but busy ends sometime
the last coin eventually spent
why didn't I take a moment then
wondering where time went.
I so desperately want
to run my fingers
along the edge of her soul
the barest pressure
her aura swirled
and feel her essence
slick with anticipation
of my expression
the borders of femininity
swollen with desire
drowning as I give myself
mouthful by mouthful
unto supplication
at her core
we touch
our bodies equal and together
our bodies becoming us
her breath at the nape
my hand on her spine
our legs intertwined
our lips touch
mine still wet with her excitement
I want to feel her core
the center of her expanding
our breathing in unison
hearts synchronized
and know the look
her eyes matched to mine
our swagger leaking
into the pool of duo
her body shudder
the smooth glaze of sweat
stifled murmur of joy
that signals her concession
to herself and to us
afterglow
to run my fingers
along the edge of her soul
the barest pressure
her aura swirled
and feel her essence
slick with anticipation
of my expression
the borders of femininity
swollen with desire
drowning as I give myself
mouthful by mouthful
unto supplication
at her core
we touch
our bodies equal and together
our bodies becoming us
her breath at the nape
my hand on her spine
our legs intertwined
our lips touch
mine still wet with her excitement
I want to feel her core
the center of her expanding
our breathing in unison
hearts synchronized
and know the look
her eyes matched to mine
our swagger leaking
into the pool of duo
her body shudder
the smooth glaze of sweat
stifled murmur of joy
that signals her concession
to herself and to us
afterglow
First....
let me apologize
for I have been remiss
in the floetry
of my poetry
celebrating the spirit
the heart and lyric
of my own ray of sunshine
so fine
with but a glance
I energized though
her smile inspires
the creative fires
my mental hocus pocus
she gives me focus
my little ray of sunshine
let me apologize
for I have been remiss
in the floetry
of my poetry
celebrating the spirit
the heart and lyric
of my own ray of sunshine
so fine
with but a glance
I energized though
her smile inspires
the creative fires
my mental hocus pocus
she gives me focus
my little ray of sunshine
| Apology |
| For Hackett |
| Good |
| Afterglow |