Sexual Desire

Sexual Desire

A Poem by Baylin Snow

Laying on my side,

my body fitting perfectly into his.

His strong rough, hand slides to my stomach

forcing me to lay on my back with a gentle pull.

I turn my head ever so slightly--

gazing into his eyes through the corner of mine

control of my body is lost

as he gazes back

My left hand floats up to his cheek,

fingers curling under as a forceful tug

our heads meet in the middle

slowly coming in together for a soft inoocent kiss

My hand slides down

allowing my arm to embrace him

His hand raising

perching on my neck

thumb gently rubbing the line of my jaw

 

Soft, gently kisses abruptly turning passionate

his hand smoothly falling down my body

stopping at the inside of my knee

feeling the power in him

I try to rotate to my right side

succesful only when his hand lsides up my leg

his helping hand pulling me closer to him

Tingling sensations running through my body

each time his hand grazes my leg

Our legs interwined in a messy twist

 

His hand, once again on the move

gracefully sliding up my side

sending shivers up my spine

For a moment, he stops at my lower back

One hand continues up to my neck

while the other keeps me close

deciding later to roll me back once again

 

Our lips break away, our eyes still closed

I allow his lips to go from my lips

down to my neck

sending that amazing tingle up through my body

His hand moves up with his head

Lip to lip, hand to my breast

then back down down stroking my stomach

the kissing slows, eyes slowly opening

gazing beginning, forming into a loving embrace

Thoughts of the day appear -- we both want it to come

No nerves appear, just the joy of

me and you.

© 2008 Baylin Snow


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Baylin Snow
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I go by Baylin Snow. I look at the world like im not in it, watching everything go by as if on a TV screen. I write as unbiast as possible, writing about everything from a small thought in the back o.. more..

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