Want

Lasting. (A Confession of Want.)

Ronovan Life , , , , ,

To my . . .

I never noticed before how exquisite it was, at least that is until I tried it with you. The way my tongue became more and more coated with every sliding over and around. Something so unique and one of a kind, truly like no other, so worth the waiting. Even as I closed my eyes the enjoyment spread through me. There was warmth only ylastingou could give me. I had little idea what had been in store for me as I stripped away your barriers. As I moved in, your scent brought those first reactions I could not control.

I thought my mouth would give out and lose strength but no, it would not betray me that way. With each moment the enjoyment built upon the last. Pleasure intensified. Again. Another. More. My lips covered, my tongue aching, but I cannot, do not want to stop. As long as you last, so will I.

With the greatest want,

Ronovan

ron-weird-letterbox - red

 Read what this post was about by clicking here.

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

© Copyright-All rights reserved by ronovanwrites.wordpress.com 2015

You are my . . .

Ronovan Poetry , , , , , ,

A poem of the Embracing a Wounded Soul site. As I completed it I noticed the shape and was pleased with how it turned out as I simplified my sentences.

Takes Over

Ronovan Poetry , , , , , , ,

Takes Over

 

Soft fingertips play,

Gently along the spine,

Desire takes over.

 

 

2014 © Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com.

Bodies Another

Ronovan Poetry , , , , , , , ,

 

 

Hearts pound heavily

In the night touching and spent

gettyimages_Meng Yiren _Moment_hands_intwined_in_bedCraving another

 

 

 

 

Image Credit:gettyimages© Original Photo by Meng Yiren/Moment

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com.

A Pretty Poem?

Ronovan Poetry , , , , , , , , ,

A Pretty Poem

by: Ronovan

Cavan Images-Photonica

Closing my eyes I drift away to a place

I hear the breeze blowing and feel it kiss my skin

There is an emptiness around me

My soul burns deep within

 

How long has it been

Since my thoughts were last not of you

I can count them on one finger

But even one is too many to be true

 

I see you in the moon

Late at night as I gaze

I venture into the world

Wandering through the embracing maze

 

I catch the fragrance of your skin

The air carries it across to me

The distance of the land

Is greater than that of an ocean or sea

 

I reach up to the sky

Tracing your cheek among the trees

The aching begins deeply

And I drop down to my knees

 

So far so far the distance

It brings my existence so small

My touch falls to empty

As my body trembles to its fall

 

 

 

 

 

This was my attempt to write ‘a pretty poem’. Even it turned into darkness.

 

Image Credit: gettyimages© Original Photo by Cavan Images / Photonica

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com.