Lasting. (A Confession of Want.)

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

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Dying More Every Day

I feel my lips 
Upon
Your
Skin

Though you tell me
It’s
A
Sin

My heart keeps me
Going
There

My hands impassioned
In
Your
Hair

 

I can’t
Fight this
I don’t want to

You’re my
Heart beat
That brings me through

 

I feel your sighs
Within
My
Ear

Causing tremblings
That
You
Fear

Desires keep finding
Their
Way
Through

All my thoughts
Consumed
By
You

 

Don’t fight
Give in
We’re meant to be

Don’t my
Last breaths
Tell you what you are to me

 

I feel my lips
Upon
Your
Skin

My dreams
Keep drawing
Me
In

 

How can
You live
Without me

As I
Lie here
Dying more every day

dying more everyday poem

Without you

 

Your lips upon my skin . . .

 

 

 

Ronovan

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You are my . . .

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

Takes Over

 

Soft fingertips play,

Gently along the spine,

Desire takes over.

 

 

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Bodies Another

 

 

Hearts pound heavily

In the night touching and spent

gettyimages_Meng Yiren _Moment_hands_intwined_in_bedCraving another

 

 

 

 

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