More than a dream (a pervert's poem of lust)

More than a Dream



It was the memory of a lover
the desire to regain what was lost
There was no vivid clarity
a pleasant fog really
Watching from above
and below
side by side
Arms, lips, tongues, fingers and legs
intertwined, wrapped in passion's heat
searching, touching, begging for more liquid lust

I could taste the warm inviting
mouth
the neck
the sweat on the breasts
dripping toward a heaving plateau
the lovely valley waiting below

My arms encircling those torrid, tight, swimmer's thighs
hugging them closer to my chest
spreading them wide
smelling the pending bliss
burning my ears with the heat of her skin closing around me
contracting, turgid, lurid limbs ..muffling the moans
frantic tongue searching, licking, tasting
lapping the nectar oozing from the bloom of her petals

And next those gloriously soft, smooth, round white
mounds of flesh
promising more
they guard a gateway to the hottest, tightest place she has to give
the most sacred vessel she holds forth
Arching the beautiful back
lifting high the velvet and cashmere twins
lighting the darkness
inviting me in
begging really
Given freely
This is the devil's lair...I am lost

I did not see her face
But I knew you
I felt you
I drank you in
I saw your breasts heaving
I heard your breath falling hotly on my face
I drew in the breath of your mind and soul

Lightly and Utterly... I became a man of our past

You held me
And I you
Desperately

Sadly I woke

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