By B.K.
Date: 7 February 2001
The Spiders Web
Seeing the golden glow of your body
by firelight, upon a spiders web quilt.
Tonight you are mine, unable to move
only taste, feel, desire, surrender to the
sound of my voice, to my commands,
as I take you through labyrinths of,
your minds desires. Moving slowly,
feeling the heat of your body increase, I
trace, kiss and slide over you gently, pushing
energy back and forth between us, with hands
covered in warm moonflower scented oil.
My mind feeds on every moan and sigh, as
giving you pleasure makes me ravenous.
Hearing your excitement, feeling you quiver
at the touch of my hands and mouth, sends
hot molten lava flowing through my body.
You, suddenly unable to take more, take
back control, fusing every nerve ending into
powerful driving explosions, as together in
mind fire, created by poetic bliss, we burn
out of control, creating sticky webs of ecstasy.
bk
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