By Mark A. Leon
I love the idea of discovering you
The unchartered corners of your body
The wet canvas deep beyond your lips
The tremor of your volcanic heart racing to an explosive climax
I don’t remember who met who or how
I just know I can’t live a moment without your touch
It’s erotic innocence
Lustful romance
You terrorize me with your passion like no other
A spell you have over me
There is no evidence of a heavenly place, but when I am inside of you, I feel something undefined that no scientist has discovered
It is that place between existence and fantasy when heat and fire burn away the flesh
A seamless transition from the silky black pantyhose decorating your long sultry legs to the curves of your hips thrusting and teasing my body
My fingers shake as I feel I am penetrating the forbidden fruit
That corner in the garden restricted from the weak
Warning to the strong
Unchaining this oppression, my body is your temple
Unlock my doors and let me be your sinful doll
I’m but a dreamer, but you are the light the erases this darkness
Your moans are a song
A melody of passion
Each kiss unleashes a new wave reaching for the skies
A gentle bite to the nipple, a stream of kisses down your stomach
A clench of your thighs
With a hair toss and a throttle, I am your vehicle
Fueled by your deep penetration
Love and tenderness whispering signals to the instinct of heated passion
No you lie motionless except for the soft breath leaping from your tiny lips
Body and sheets in one artful masterpiece
I trail my fingers through your hair, whisper verses of love and close my eyes
