The Coupling Of Passion And Erotic Lusts

I touch of skin soft and slippery,

With the hint of hint of sweat.

We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,

As the wind flowed from the window above us.

Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,

To abandon all of our uncertainties.

You began your work on my lips,

Probing gently as if drawing sex,

From a deep well of longing and need.

Then heated tongues met in the midst,

Of hot and quickening breath.

And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.

Then intoxicated with those spirits,

Our clothes found resting place on the floor.

Piece by piece,

Until there were no hiding places,

For the two glistening and wanting bodies.

Hunger revealed in this hot moment.

Then skin meshed with skin,

As the floor became the stage.

You moved atop of me easily,

And lowered yourself gently.

Kissing me as I was filled with you.

As a gasp broke the kiss,

Your hands stroked the stray strands,

Away from my forehead, then became entangled.

Our slow rhythm gave way,

To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,

As I arched my body for your comfort,

And you threw me into ecstasy,

With the strength of your blows.

You left me screaming and soaked,

In oblivion again and again,

As you growled my name from the back of your throat,

And our bodies both demanded more,

Each giving to the other,

High on the fluids of foreign substance.

I grasped, then released you,

Grasped then released you,

In effort to relieve you of your control.

The taste of your skin between my lips,

Was like no other.

To hear your cry of mercy,

When my teeth met your warm skin,

Was more breathtaking than you knew.

Yet I still released the control to you.

As you wound your hands in my hair,

And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,

You moved with one final and breaking blow,

Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,

Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.

I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,

As you collapsed on top of me,

Still hot and burning,

And I glowing like an ember,

Casting a welcome light,

Should you seek my gifts again.  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is meant to show how great a hot and sizzling lovemaking session can be. It attempts to show a bit of the harsh and lustful side and the loving and sensuous side of the act at the same time.

It is purposely lacking certain subtleties to gain the effect of a heaving chest and the rhythm is written to that of energetic lovemaking.

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Leah Broomfield's picture

WOW!!! This is so beautifully written to take ones breath away. It is a shame love can not be that passionate at times. It is so real to the eyes and you speak such passion. Thank you for sharing such a beautifully written masterpiece.

David Richardson's picture

Romatically and erotically beautiful with intense visionary and poetic skills. This poem is surely a pure masterpiece in the intense erotic message it visually displays in the art of erotic lovemaking. Thank you Connie for sharing your beautiful poetic skills in this poem and please take care.

Dave Richardson

Leah Broomfield's picture

WOW! Such passionate love to the peak of desires. So beautiful. Makes you feel as if you are actually their in the loving making of the touching and caressing. Thank you so much for sharing such beauty. Have a wonderful fulfilled day.

connie's picture

Thank you so much

Thank you so much