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A Poem Of A Sexual Nature

The bed was a Field,
A Field untouched,
With red satin cloth,
And wrinkles none,

The moon was hidden,
Clouds masked,
At the window, open,
Where I was with her,

She was angry with me,
The reason, only women know,
She pushed me,
I caught her arm, held,
She wore the magnificent,
Blue Dress,
It floated like mist,
As I brought her close,
Removed her small coat,
And held our heads together,

I breathed her in and her me,
We loosened up, and I laid her,
On the red satin bed,
“You can’t always lose,
If you try winning sometime” she spoke,
Then we had kissed, and we moved
Like a Symphony…

When at the exclamatory moment,
Heaven is glimpsed and falled down,
To heavy breathing and uncontrollable,
Movements,
It is then you realized,
Upon the sandy shores,
Of pleasure, the sun, pouring,
Waterfalls of gold,
And you feel the skin,
Of the woman you have truly loved,
You wonder, ”What amazing thing just happened?"

She lay naked like Venus must amongst,
The hanging bells of the brightest stars,
She was Aphrodite’s clone bathed in,
A deep red rose inferno of silken waves,
I ran my finger across her bare, smooth hip,
She smiled,
I spoke lightly, moving like a feline,
“The most delicious part of loving you,
Isn’t just your kiss,”
I moved and sucked upon her soft skin,
Below her hip,
“Its all the hidden, precious, places where one,
May find the Nectar that brings life,
To the Heart of a Man,”
I moved my tongue just below,
The lower opening of her smaller,
Wetter lips,
One lick,
“Tell me, what other than a woman is sweeter than honey?”
She ran her hands through my hair as,
I swayed and as melodic as a wave,
Grazed and tasted her delicious flesh,
While she bucked and moaned,
While she cried out and arched her back,
Like the curve of the Horizon,

After thirty minutes of delicious feasting,
Red, Heated, Wanting, Demanding,
My love pulled me up,
We swallowed each other’s mouths,
She was shaking, jiving, feelin’ it,
Her eyes kept pulling my body into hers:
And as I slid my Hammer into the smoothest,
Wettest, softest, brightest, most delicious, heated
Cavern of herself, I wrapped my arms around her,
And for what happened next, it can’t be explained,
The Becoming of One,
Cannot be described or told;
It is the most sacred Act,
And for that I can only raise my glass,
And thank God,

Cigarette smoke floated in tendrils before our eyes,
We lay wondering how many others were doing the same,
She spoke,
“You know, I was thinking of Love and thinking of People. People must be real but how can Love be real? Distance and Time, People and Places, Work and Waiting. I call you my Love for you are the only thing in the Universe to me in this moment, yet when the Shift comes, was Love ever invented to be Steady or Ever Changing? This is the most beautiful moment I’ve ever had, and most have many like these, but they fade, don’t they? My Love, as much as I love you now, shall it fade? I feel like the Moon who shines Full then disappears into deepest Blackness…”

I dragged on my cigarette,
Deep. Saw the dogs barking down he streets,
Road lit by the Moon,
Like a silver river,
I turned to the perfect picture,
Back to my Human Beauty,
Oh! How she made me Burn,
But,
I heard what she had asked,
And I could only,
Say one thing:
“You are the only thing I love. In this moment, it won’t leave, in this room, it wont escape, in this world it won’t fade. Love never fades; it grows stronger as the Heart beats for that person. Wherever or whoever they may be. For you, my love, if I was given the secret diamonds that lead to untold fortunes or money to get up and leave and experience the things I know I never will, I’d forsake them all. Love won’t fade, only unless we allow it to. Everything is our choice. I choose to love you more than anything.
You’re all I’m a-wishin’ to be ownin’,"

We made love by a fire that matched our body’s movements,
Shadows, sweat, darkness, and brightness; two lovers we Are,
We made love, became one finally as the stars broke the Cloth of night,
After that, we lay sleeping, dreaming, naked; our Mind’s afar…

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