His Latin was like satin as he whispered in my lobes the lustful longings of his desires that abode inside me like pollen in the sting of the honeybee... sweetly pumping nectar of necessity to pleasure my pelvic proclivity To be near him, to revere him in tranquility...more and more seductively while he perused me poetically as I used him aesthetically...angelically for my eye candy... His confection was perfection of a collection of skills and thrills a woman dreams of when she wants to make love he released the she-beast in me so I aimed to please him intellectually Erotically educated sexual instruction percolating emotional combustion perplexing and vexing my thoughts within during my induction in his private fraternity of lost...never found panties Willingly…I submitted to his haze which only amazed no need to hurt or harm while he proceeded to cum and cum closer to me in midst of my feminine walls His profession wrote new laws of attraction the out cum always satisfaction
We re-verb'd nation after nation as our contemplation created a new house of Greek underneath the bed sheets… I tell you he was the best of the Latin Lovers… He put Zorro to shame as he explored my Spain He is the Columbus of orgasmic spices because he has the device which entices more than inertia...more than a leap of faith or folly…he re-verses the whiz of gee by golly…he plays the words of the player like a team of NBA All Stars ...he shot me to the moon and back… Oh yeah! He’s got lovin’ like that… his lovemaking created a new universe he gave me heaven on earth… I can truly say I was touched by an Angel …so divine and sensual Tantalizing my mind, spirit and body I had to write this scribe to tell somebody about the lover whose Latin was like satin in my ear… our moments of conversation I hold so dear His language I will always keep inside like...his tongue whispers on my lips and thighs…like the last drop of fragrance of his cologne…his words, his words and his love Linger on and on. Cheryl Sublime Poetess Faison
The possibility of finding the real thing made me ready to love you A past full of hurt made you ready to spar -refusing to give in to love without a fight I never wanted confrontation but still I stepped into the ring We touched gloves and you lingered for a moment - looking at me like you wanted to concede The bell rang we danced around for a moment throwing pitty pat punches trying not to hurt each other Then out the blue you hit me with a sucker punch and I was stunned You started to stick and move Body shots weighted with unwillingness had me winded and confused A hit below the belt
dropped me to my knees You said I'm just not the one for you and I was down for the count I scrambled to my feet and was saved by the bell We retreated to our corners - everyone on my side pleaded for me to throw in the towel but I refused to give up Your love had me up against the ropes now I'm comin' out swingin We threw off our gloves and got tangled in fisticuffs
I threw jabs of kisses and attention you blocked refusing to let me connect I want you -left hook I need you -right hook I love you -uppercut We delivered simultaneous haymakers -you threw I'm just not ready I countered with your worth the wait and now we're both laying in the ring punch drunk bruised, bloody, battered They say love is a battle but they never tell us what we are fighting for
Published on Aug 15, 2012
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