By Zero #1
Date: 21 July 2000
Stranger to Passion
I never knew I was a stranger
till the day I met you.
A fire lit up inside my soul
there was nothing that I could do.
Like a fish out of water
I floundered around without aim.
Your love had taken my eyes by surpise
and it had found me as fair game.
For a time it seemed I was in a world
where you held me in your arms.
I felt pleasant, safe, and utterly secure
easily hidden away from harm.
I remember when we finally embraced
feeling your body soft and gentle againt mine.
Your eyes wouldn't deviate from their present course
We were guilty of a passionate crime.
Hormones going to and fro, my lust for you unsatiated
You'd throw your head back and scream.
and I'd moan in ecstacy as my love for you radiated
holding your abs, soft and lean
Hip against hip, we'd grind in harmony
with little soft spurts of pleasure.
you'd press your loins deeply into mine
with only a moments measure.
Your breasts would press up against my chest
the finest touch you could give me.
As you'd scream my name and hold on tight
waiting for the orgasm that soon would be.
Pumping fast, heart to heart
we continued in sweaty bliss.
My face in your hair, your hands on my back
this was one treasure trove we weren't going to miss.
A second later I screamed out loud
as my body tensed together,
You rode my loins like a rodeo cowboy
trembling and shaking with pleasure.
As orgasm after orgasm, we held each other tight
It seems all that time I was a stranger
until that very night.
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