Biggus
11-15-2009, 03:24 PM
THEIR FIRST TIME
Safe in the darkness
Modesty abates,
Inhibitions melt away,
Mouths engage
Tongues employ,
Eager hands explore
In clumsy groping
Of eager young flesh.
Clinging together,
Writhing in unison,
Moaning, panting, gasping
The language of lust
Fluently uttered,
Peaking to imminent crescendo
With uncontrollable desire,
The throb and ache of want,
For final urgent coupling
In their gluttonous consumption
To attain satisfaction
A PORT IN A STORM
Is it too much to ask
For my love to be returned
Just one simple gesture of warmth
That is all I’ve yearned
A burning passion is hoped for
Though in truth not expected
A heartfelt acknowledgement
But no heart has been detected
Drifting in and out of my life
As if I’m a convenient respite
Then when interest wanes
I am again alone in the night
Each bland uncaring rebuff,
Is another dagger to my heart
My love is treated with apathy
But I miss it when we’re apart
I chastise my self for my weakness
For accepting it and making do
I deserve better than this
I deserve a love that’s honest and true
I have paid all my dues
I have paid in like an endowment
Never made a withdrawal
Still there is no return on my investment
Now my will to continue is gone
As I am left once more Forlorn
I pray my for anguish to be at an end
Like a bird impaled upon a thorn
SILK STOCKINGS
Silkily sheer
From dainty ankle
To lily white thigh
Silk stockings
Needing to be touched
Pleasing to the eye
Silk stockings
Cool to the touch
Hot to the eye
Silk delicately soft
Contrasting my ardour
These legs in silky guise
Smooth cool silk
Temptingly tactile
A feast for hand and eye
Silken stockings
Sensual silk road
That leads to paradise
MY
My skin yearns
For your gentle touch
That silken caress
Of velvet joy
My body yearns
For the warmth
Of your tender embrace
Enveloping me
My heart pleads
For you presence
To be replenished
To be refilled
My lips beg
To be softly kissed
By petal pink mouth
Of honey sweetness
My essence craves
That other entity
Which makes me whole
My soul mate
WANT
I want you every day
In each and everyway
With every breath I take
I want to inhale you
I want to consume you
I want to undress you
Slow and controlled
I want to peel you
Like a piece of fruit
Whose consumption
Is to be anticipated
Each layer more reveling
Exposing the sumptuous flesh
Ripe in its perfection
A sight to be savoured
A delight to be relished
I want to touch you
Feel the warmth of you flesh
Sense it tremble beneath my fingers
Feel the beating of your heart
Beneath your perfect skin
Listen to your breath sounds
Altering with each touch
I want to caress the shape of you
Touch the heat of your passion
Feel your moistness
I want you every day
In each and everyway
With every breath I take
But to you I don’t exist
Safe in the darkness
Modesty abates,
Inhibitions melt away,
Mouths engage
Tongues employ,
Eager hands explore
In clumsy groping
Of eager young flesh.
Clinging together,
Writhing in unison,
Moaning, panting, gasping
The language of lust
Fluently uttered,
Peaking to imminent crescendo
With uncontrollable desire,
The throb and ache of want,
For final urgent coupling
In their gluttonous consumption
To attain satisfaction
A PORT IN A STORM
Is it too much to ask
For my love to be returned
Just one simple gesture of warmth
That is all I’ve yearned
A burning passion is hoped for
Though in truth not expected
A heartfelt acknowledgement
But no heart has been detected
Drifting in and out of my life
As if I’m a convenient respite
Then when interest wanes
I am again alone in the night
Each bland uncaring rebuff,
Is another dagger to my heart
My love is treated with apathy
But I miss it when we’re apart
I chastise my self for my weakness
For accepting it and making do
I deserve better than this
I deserve a love that’s honest and true
I have paid all my dues
I have paid in like an endowment
Never made a withdrawal
Still there is no return on my investment
Now my will to continue is gone
As I am left once more Forlorn
I pray my for anguish to be at an end
Like a bird impaled upon a thorn
SILK STOCKINGS
Silkily sheer
From dainty ankle
To lily white thigh
Silk stockings
Needing to be touched
Pleasing to the eye
Silk stockings
Cool to the touch
Hot to the eye
Silk delicately soft
Contrasting my ardour
These legs in silky guise
Smooth cool silk
Temptingly tactile
A feast for hand and eye
Silken stockings
Sensual silk road
That leads to paradise
MY
My skin yearns
For your gentle touch
That silken caress
Of velvet joy
My body yearns
For the warmth
Of your tender embrace
Enveloping me
My heart pleads
For you presence
To be replenished
To be refilled
My lips beg
To be softly kissed
By petal pink mouth
Of honey sweetness
My essence craves
That other entity
Which makes me whole
My soul mate
WANT
I want you every day
In each and everyway
With every breath I take
I want to inhale you
I want to consume you
I want to undress you
Slow and controlled
I want to peel you
Like a piece of fruit
Whose consumption
Is to be anticipated
Each layer more reveling
Exposing the sumptuous flesh
Ripe in its perfection
A sight to be savoured
A delight to be relished
I want to touch you
Feel the warmth of you flesh
Sense it tremble beneath my fingers
Feel the beating of your heart
Beneath your perfect skin
Listen to your breath sounds
Altering with each touch
I want to caress the shape of you
Touch the heat of your passion
Feel your moistness
I want you every day
In each and everyway
With every breath I take
But to you I don’t exist