Alright Peeps- I'm gonna turn up the heat just a bit here and I am going to repost a poem I did a while back that is more from my sensuous passionate side... I hope you enjoy it... I know I did.
She Is Waiting
Steam fills the room as the hot pellets
of water beat down upon my back.
She is waiting...
My dripping soaked wet body steps out of the shower
and I can hear the faint sounds of music
drifting from the bedroom.
She is waiting.
I enter and it is all aglow from the candlelight
that washes the rooms with it's soft caresses.
She is waiting...
She is beneath the satin sheets and her
husky voice sends a shiver through my being.
"Come" she whispers.
I slide in beside her cool sensual body,
the one that makes me so wet with desire.
Her milky white breasts with their rosy nipples
that rise and fall with the rhythm of her breathing.
She is so beautiful, those brown sultry eyes,
that have the power to melt me,
those warm moist lips.
I kiss them softly and a low moan
escapes through her lips.
We slowly begin a journey of ecstasy.
The candle flickers out,
but the fire is just beginning.
She is waiting...
This is a poem I wrote about my lover.
Enjoy- ;)
PolarB
