Sensual seduction

 (Because I know no better feeling ...Continued) 

...I live for hope…

For joy and tumultuous hormones…

For the heartache

And pheromones that lead me from my darkness

To your door…

To dawn…

Being held in your arms;

Is the love I live for!

Your moans of pure adoration…

When I hear you surrender to our pleasure;

Your amorous fire,

Fans the flames of my passion

My muse …My ruse… My pleasure at my most lecherous!

I ache.

It is in the marrow.

Malignant buzzing swarm of bees;

Eating away at my estrogen

Weakening my resolve;

Preparing me to explode into rapturous desire

Sensual seduction…

I want to be ravaged by your tender hands  

…trembling hands unsettling…

Flown on the oars of ecstasy;

Until I can’t feel my legs.

Drape me in a cloak of goosebumps

Until I’m a shivering wreck

Torn between surrender and delayed release

Bits and pieces of raw pleasure …

A passion unbridled…

Roots of greed, trembling

With you at the core
Souls starved …
Taking things slow;
So I can get mine before you:

And me… me?

Well… nerves!

Rising to the occasion like a possessed nympho

Moving to the cadence of our heartbeats

As you make your way to the tips of my thirst;

Catering to me like a raging inferno

Delightfully devouring me like fire on a dry savannah

Openin’ the taps of my pleasure…

… the pores of my excitement …

Releasing the pent-up lust

Until I am burning under your scorching hunger…

… and sweating…

…and writhing shamelessly like the prostitutes in the Harlem.

Deep in the stillness;

When you bring me back from throes of pleasure

I hear your savage breath

As my pounding heart holds you…

Just so many fast beats away…

Assuring me that you are mine!

I’m familiar with the slow mischief in your eyes

As we land back to normalcy…

The labored breathing of satiety

Mouthing “I love yous”

My heart stops;

Because I know no better feeling

© AKateemu March, 2015