Deep Love


I remember your kiss;
it was like the raging wind
gently caressing the river
until it flowed with a renewed purpose.

I could you feel you within me. Deep within me.

I remember feeling you
slowly,
intentionally
teasing me;
button after button after button
until I lay before you
undressed.
I closed my eyes
and felt your hands
travel
the distance of my body
from the perfection between my thighs
to my waist
to my breast
while your kisses
continued to tease my neck.
I tried to breathe.

I could feel you within me.

It was unexpected,
the feel of your tongue right there;
it made the room become warm,
the air heavier,
and forced silence to whisper between my moans.
I could feel it
building,
deeper and deeper
within my soul
as my body began to scream;
damn
your touch was so slow,
so gentle,
so powerful and demanding.
I could feel it asking me,
begging me,
forcing me
to watch
as you devoured my essence until I became the river that flowed.

I could feel you within me. Deep within me.

I remember
closing my eyes
as I felt you enter me;
slowly
so that I would enjoy your delicious pain.
I remember
moving my hips to the rhythm of your labored breath;
until I moaned.
I remember
feeling you
deeper and deeper within my soul.
I remember
feeling you satisfy me,
fill me;
**** me.
My eyes were still closed,
yet I could see you. Above me. In me. Deep.
I remember
my body aching for this;
needing this,
wanting this.
I remember
your body trembling with each thrust.
Deeper
and
deeper.
I remember
your moans
becoming louder and louder
until your soul erupted deep inside of me.

I could feel you within me. Deep within me.

....Hot damn...

that's what i thought...need a cig after that...and i don't smoke...heh

You know I was afraid to post this, I thought it would be to provocative. Glad you all enjoyed this poem. But question for you, did I get it right? I mean a woman's perspective in terms of what she may feel while making love.

Hummm it just got mighty hot in here whewwwwwwwwww