Silky hair, luscious lips, calling my name
She lays there, quietly still, in a dead state, while in a dream
I stand before her, wanting her
Wanting to touch her softness,
Wanting to kiss her moist lips
Wanting to slide my tongue between them, and taste their delicate inner ridge, then slowly plunge my tongue deeper, and taste her full flavor
Wanting to hear her moan, as I taste between her lips deep
I lean down and part her hair with my tongue, sliding on her lips edges, slowly down one side, then slowly up the other
Now bestowing a soft kiss on them, before I let my tongue ride gently on their tender inside ridge
First one, now the other
They're now plumb, juicy, succulent looking with flavor
A quick lick to tease and moisten, then a slow long lick down, the middle of her slit
A gasp, hips bunk, legs widen, as my tongue starts its journey
First up one side of her womb opening, slowly, softly, than down the other, going a little faster each time
A quick reverse in travel, my tongue now moves more in a circle, it stops for a second and taste its offering, then speeds back into a quick circular rhythm
Hips fly off the masteries as my tongue plunges deeper inside, tasting the pinkness between them, feeling the velvet flesh of her inner walls, plunging as far as possible, tasting her flavor, licking her inside, sucking up her nectar, as her hips roll in rhythm with my tongue
She moans between deep breaths, while her thighs tighten on my head
My tongue now circles in a figure eight, licking inside her lips higher and higher each time
Her sweet spot is meet; she cries out loud, her hips stroke harder, her offering taste sweeter, her hands pull on my head with all her might
Faster, harder her hips roll, my head bounces up and down as if on a roller coaster ride, a vibration travels through her arms making them shake
A quiet scream, her body bucks, then another buck, her body goes rigid as her womb muscles spasm, as her pinkness floods my mouth with its clear nectar
My tongue trash inside her swollen lips like a hurricane, seemingly touching every spot at once, sending spasm after spasm running through her velvet walls, making her body quake
One last quake and her body falls to the mattress in a heap, while my tongue slowly lap up her river of wetness
She lies still, at first gasping loudly for air, then quietly, in a complete calm, finally her body goes into a silent hush
I stand and watch her sleep peacefully, her hair is wet, her lips has a darker pink tint to them and swollen
Quietly I lie back down next to her, and hold her sleeping body tight, next to mine
Holding her between, my loving arms

This Poem Was Moved From The Intrigue Section


Caveman.. me?
Are we all as men, to be judge as the same because we are men
One for all, all for one!
If we are all cavemen, why is it people ask us to be...
Is it because we are...
Hope one day...
But the label is hard to remove, because there is still a lot of cavemen among us
But this one man takes an exception to the rule
I am me, the man, not the men
You see, Intimacy... yes ... intimacy is alive and well in me
I love the feel of a woman skin
The texture of a woman hair
The way her eyes talk to me, how they open wide when I lightly touch her skin just right, how they close tight so her mind can absorb all the sensations running amok in her body, how they twitch just before her inner release
I love the feel of her warm embrace, of her soft warm body next to mine melting into one
The feel of my hand awakening her inner spirits, as it glides over the smooth soft texture her outer layer
I like to feel and see the reaction of one's body, as it turns and twists, rise and fall...
I like the hidden power that lies in a satin light touch...
The silent moans, groans, whispers, sighs and gasps
You see, I'm not a caveman, because a caveman doesn't use his sight to watch what his actions are doing to make ones body to counter react
He doesn't use his sense of touch to feel the perfection of ones skin
and how to use that satin light touch to make her scream, then sooth her into a deep slumber
A caveman won't hear your plea not to stop giving you pleasure, because he's to busy humping and groaning, while telling her how good it feels...
Wham-bam_Thank-You_Ma'am.. Now that's a caveman
A caveman can't appreciate the feeling of his manly extension slowly opening and gliding down her moist silky corridor, then take slow, long, thrusts to fully awake the dormancy of her passion, while letting you feel every ripple of his hard throbbing extension as it swells her inner walls to open even wider, releasing even more sensations in her womb..
Why?
Because he's too busy jamming it in hard and deep, thinking your gasp is of extreme pleasure, but it's really of sudden pain...
A caveman doesn't know, that your body has different tastes to it, depending on the area his tongue is enhancing the sensitivity of ones skin
Each part of your body taste different from the rest
The taste of your cold lips, compared to the taste of your lips after the serene kissing brings the blood in them to a boil
The taste of the skin that covers your breast taste different than the taste of your navel, that's hiding in the center of your belly
The taste of your vintage wine before the reaction, and the sweeter taste it gets just before your contractions
The taste of your lips when they're filled full of passion, which can only happen after your body has been teased by my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my eyes
Tasted and licked by my wet tongue until the sensations over power your will, and you fully relinquish yourself completely to my intimacy...
Less not forget the smell of you
A caveman can only smell his after deed, which is only after he bust his white seed
I can smell the core of your soul, if you want it to be
I can use your different body smells to lead me to your wants, all your needs of intimacy
A caveman, I'm not...
A caveman uses the extension of him only to satisfy his wants, take what he needs, then thump his chest in triumph
I use the senses that was given to me to bring as much intimacy, your body can bare
Sight, sound, touch, taste and your womanly smells, all to make love to all of you, not to what's just hidden between your legs, but also your mind and your body
Caveman?...
How can I be this person
Why would I want to be this person?
Please...
Why am I'm judged before you even know me
Why label me because I'm one of many
Caveman, no not me
The proof is in the pudding
But sometimes...
Thump-thump-thump, Aw-ee, Aw-ee, Aw!... does both bodies wonders

he-he-he...

With hunger in her eyes, she looks at it with intensity
She looks at its length, its girth, and the smooth texture of its outer layer
She wanted it; she wanted to taste its flavor
She wanted to lick its sides
She wanted to feel it melt inside her wet, hot, mouth
First a quick lick, then another one to warm it
With a firm grip on its shaft, she slowly slid it inside her hungry mouth
Once the tip eased passed her lips, she lightly sucked on it, tasting its pleasurable taste, touching her tongue
Mmm... She moaned, then pushed it inside her mouth deeper
In and out her mouth she worked it, slowly taking in more of its girth, while felling her mouth full of its flavor
A pop, a sigh, then slowly it parts her lips again and slide further down her mouth
She works it back and forth, back and forth, slowly making it succumb to her heat
The more it succumbs the deeper she takes it
Pop, lick, suck, slurp, Mmm... Pop, lick, suck, slurp, Mmm... She saviors its long lasting taste
She works it until she has it completely in her mouth, sucking it harder as it withers between her lips
Finally, it completely succumbs to her mouth heat, her tongue glides up and down its shaft, tasting, sucking until she has consumed the very last drop of flavor
Her eyes fixate on its shaft, as if amazed she took it all
I sit across the room jealously watching the whole time, wishing it was I, and not that fudge ice cream bar, she was so happily sucking down her throat

Fireplace roaring
Wine flowing like water
Lips caress then hug
Fingertips touching
Sensations swelling
All coming to a head
I'll supply the Thunder
You'll supply the Rain
We'll meet undercover
Where we will combine the two together
Lighting strikes.. as bodies collide
Our private Thunderstorm wails and rage onward
In the darkness
Between the sheets