This poem is about a lover who craves for her lover
at night when she is away from him..
My wet dream instead of you
I toss and turn every night thinking of you, hot and restless in my bed with just a limp pillow to hug instead of you with my eyes shut and not fully asleep i reach out for you but its just myself in the room to cradle with moans of
despair in the pitch darkness when it should be you instead to hold me in your arms, close to your bare chest, running your fingers in my tangled loose hair our faces just an inch apart and are lips thirsty caress as they find each other with our naked bodies under the sheet and the wind blowing from the bedroom window, a moon shines on our entwined hot, exasperated bodies craving for more and more not know how to stop
our love making passes through the phase of its high's and low's when we reach down to feel each others heat that turns us on even more we refrain from putting an end to this playful act of ours and reach for kisses in order to turn the fire back on, we kiss till our lips our swollen we fondle each other till we are wet as a blanket but we do not give up this feeling of desire within our selves , then the time comes when i scream
for you to burst into me like gushing water out of a dam which needs just a signal or a nod to let go of its fullness, i guide your hardness in this pitch darkness to my alley and you just push yourself in me in one swift swing while i tighten my grip on you with my legs around your hips i pull you towards me not letting go of you this time, i feel you fill me through and through that is when you come on
top of me and kiss my half open lips, sucking at them licking and biting at times i welcome this intimacy between us because this is what i also want , the more you push in me the harder we kiss, while this is going on you grab my
wet sweaty breasts to hold on to and you kneed them away sometimes hard sometimes slow , this makes me even more wet and i get hold of your balls and squeeze them which makes you moan and push harder in me we abuse each other , we bite
now and then but still are not over with each other finally when i reach my orgasm as it takes me a while to do so which is why i never let you enter me so soon , i hug you tighter then before and we reach our limits together
when i open my eyes finally its just me in my bed with yet another wet dream of mine to accompany me instead of you , i get up wash and bathe with a long sigh hoping this will be the last wet dream of mine instead of you....
Thanks a million Yas for your kind and lovely review although this
poem of mine is a nude piec.. read moreThanks a million Yas for your kind and lovely review although this
poem of mine is a nude piece of after midnight talkies but i could
not refrain from penning it down ..... how shameful of me i accept ....
12 Years Ago
I liked that you gave vent to your aroused desires
Thanks a lot Teri B for your time and nice review i really
appreciate it from the bottom of my.. read moreThanks a lot Teri B for your time and nice review i really
appreciate it from the bottom of my heart....
This was sensational! It flowed out of you, like love juices... You imagined the scene with such intense feelings, as though it was real... You described in graohic and explicit terms the foreplay with is caresses and fondlings.. and then the plunging of his member into your dark depths and your urgent response.. love the kneeding of sweaty breasts and the squeezing of balls... I woke up to the fact that it was a dream in the last verse... but it had seemed so real up to then...
Hi, iam a lawyer by proffession but dont practice now and a writer too iam an active writer on Helium, have won a National award on my book for kids. Have done 2 online courses on writing.
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