#1 29-12-09 02:04:30

MarkEarls

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From: Milton Keynes

Registered: 06-12-09

Posts: 5

Poetics

A Fairytale of Love

Start at the top.
Your forehead, fair, is kissed,
your cheeks licked,
lips likewise, then kissed, devoured.
Start at the top.

Move down.
The neck a receptacle for my tongue,
tasting of sweat, of musk, of woman.
I stroke it, and smile.
Down. Far down.
Your feet need my attention.

Each toe and sole, must touch my soul.
Teased by fingers, massaged, kissed:
An acquired taste- has been acquired.

Enough: and up.

To your curved calves,
smooth and perfect to my touch,
as I lick behind each knee,
taste the sweat so sweet, so salt,
and move once more back up.

Up, then, and lick the skin between your breasts.
My hands grasp those perfect mounds,
feel the nipples, stiff against my palms.
One firm squeeze, and your back curves,
and they aim to the wall, belly aimed at me,
offered up a sacrifice to the gods,
and I must accept,
Llck each breast, kiss each nipple,
erect to my tongue and tasting so of you.

Your belly I must kiss and lick,
as I stroke between your thighs,
and so my aim is clear.
Your centre, marked and moist.

I savour the moment, and you.
The air is heavy with our smell.
Hot, and moist, and heady,
filling the room with you, me... us.

Respite.

We kiss again, sharing tongues and love.
Heads moving, we taste our spit combined,
and know utter joy.

I lean back to watch you,
cat- arched back,
eyes closed so tight,
fists clenched and body jerkinfg,
breathing fast and hard.

And I am hard,
ready,
desperate for your centre.
Even so, I lick my lips,
then yours.

Thumbs, then, to either side
part your lower lips, and I lean over, breathe deep:
Near come at your scent so rich.

Then:

My tongue swirls your juices.
Glorious scent, warmth, taste.

Then:

I push within your lips,
taste intense glorious musk.
Hear you scream a moment mere.
A moment.

And I have come,
unnoticed, unimportant- unwanted by us both, alas.

I can do no more,
and so I kiss you,
and you taste your self, your centre, your come
as I have tasted,
and will again.

For this was love,
fresh made by us,
and will be made again.

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Life and love, and I love you all.