A sensual, erotic love poem from my book Aspects Of Love
MIDNIGHT BOUQUET
i lay still
watching her
my desire and delight
while she covered my cock in chocolate
with soft
silent
strokes-
like Modigliani
painting a nude.
my fingers
glistened
in the lamps gloaming light
with the scent of her midnight bouquet,
and her taste still swam in my mouth.
soft licks now
tongue tingling, teasing sucks
as i lie
with head thrown back
and drift
weightless
on the plateau of pure pleasure
with aurora borealis
stroking my senses
waiting for the rain.
i lay still
watching her
my desire and delight
while she covered my cock in chocolate
with soft
silent
strokes-
like Modigliani
painting a nude.
my fingers
glistened
in the lamps gloaming light
with the scent of her midnight bouquet,
and her taste still swam in my mouth.
soft licks now
tongue tingling, teasing sucks
as i lie
with head thrown back
and drift
weightless
on the plateau of pure pleasure
with aurora borealis
stroking my senses
waiting for the rain.
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