Erotic Explorations
The secret world of smooth warm flesh
your graceful curves delight my eye
they call my fingertips to explore them
such a wondrous geography, paradise
I ache to be your favorite native son,
born to love each rise, and silken valley,
humbly bow my head to drink so deep
from your wellspring of sweet desire
I long to quench my lusty thirst in you
parched, like a desert nomad's throat
dream of the day when you float above
find sweet release, like clouds and rain
your hands reach out, to take my face
and pull me to your waiting breasts
to suckle you long as a greedy child
lulled by the music, of your hot breath
your fingers plow furrows in my hair
and trace my brow, fever flushed
softly croon song of love to me
need binds me tight to your side
do you feel me throb so deep inside?
a counterpoint to your rolling motion?
my growling voice echoes in the room
your name kisses my lips and tongue
trembling thighs, so graceful spread
heaven's gate open so wide to see
to plumb the hot and fragrant depths
as you moan and deeply caress me
W. I. Boucher January 26, 2000
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