As lovers dance

Making love to you

is like soaking in a well-aged, sultry, velvet wine..

My skin would blush and simmer at the slightest caress of you..

My very spirit bathes in your essence 

until my desire to breathe you 

eventually reduces me to marrow sponge.. 

I'd take you in

Drink you from every livid pore until I felt well and drunk..

The night would go on 

and she would take us along with her 

as the moon watched us frolic in a frantic, liquid embrace..

Hands between thick, slick thighs- and lips 

double dipping in playful, innocent sin.. 

No will to practice will power, 

but every intention to will passion..

Every intention to admit our devotions 

through the traces our lips  would leave on each others skin..

Whispering vows into pulsing crevices..

Followed with sweet, wet kisses.. 

Limb in limb 

we danced as lovers dance 

with the moon as our witness..

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Passionate use of words and thoughts.
"Limb in limb
we danced as lovers dance
with the moon as our witness.."
I liked the above lines. Wonderful place to know. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.

Coyote

[TL Boehm]

This is a beautiful sensual write. Perhaps Liquid would be an appropriate title.

[Gummy.G]

The poem is so warm and inviting, it gives subtle glances on both perspectives.

[J.M. Santós]

Thank you so much for your kind comment, love. I appreciate your feedback