Rapture
let me slide inside -
savor every glistening glide -
the iron grasp
of your body on mine - I gasp –
as I fill you to the brim
savor every whim
and the heat and taste
of your lips that please
in every way -
whose sweetness beguiles
all the while
again and again, your body
blesses and imbues my own
with the greatest of pleasures known
between woman and man shared
together we soar
yet, rue the reality
that soon we must descend
to where mortals strive
but not yet
for now, alive,
we feel every heartbeat
each titillating temptation
of you and me
every breath on
kiss-dampened nipples felt
oh, so much wealth
of rapture to bequeath
before we must leave











Comments: 20
Thank you for sharing with The Triple Name Club.
(but wondering why you must leave, certainly she's worthy of an encore!)
:+)
Hot, sultry, passion filled verses.
Classic Stephen style!
Thanks for submitting to
The Surreal Circus.
Thanks for the feature, Ann.