Twelve Days Of Loving You - (6) In the moment (Sensual moment )

 

Frozen in a none-moment of time

I lay peacefully on the living room floor

While waning life moments bore my mind

Half-close eyes do not watch the movement on the TV screen

Nor do none-inquiry ears hear the TV projecting sounds

In the narrow peripheral vision of my right eye

I watch your body gradually crawl up to mine

Then gingerly spoon deep into me

After my arms move across the softness of your bosom

Then slowly draw our bodies into one.

Dissipated was life's muted moment.

By your simple jester of love 

(One of my simple sensual thoughts of us)

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Time - A Sensuous poem

Tic-toc -tic -toc-tic-toc

The sound of the tall, old wooden grandfather clock disturbs the silence in the room as our bodies sit united as one.

Within your legs, I sat perfectly still

Quiet 

Content

In love with you

In love with the moment

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic -toc 

My head ceased up against the amplitude of your chest.

As my nostril breathed in the masculine redolence of your flesh. 

My head curls tighter into your chest, allowing my ears to capture the slow-soft beats of your heart

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic -toc 

Time seems to pass without urgency as our bodies enfold together

My thoughts seem to be here

Then over there

Now it is nowhere as my mind takes time out from the world that surrounded us.

Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic -toc 

The sound of the old clock seems to be getting more blatant

My eyes opened and noticed the time on the clock was incorrect, and the pendulum 

was not swinging.

The tic-toc-tic-toc- sound 

Was my heart, being utterly in love with yours.

 

We should never forget that the sum of the little things is what keeps a marriage happy.

Peace

Love

And Happiness

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Say it ... Sensual Repetitive poem

Sometimes it doesn't have to be a faint whisper into her ear
Sometimes, it doesn't have to be a soft touch at the right time nor the right moment

Sometimes, it doesn't have to be  a long trailing touch down the softness of her flesh

Sometimes, all it takes is a light brush of a fingertip to say, "I love you" ...

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Hear me ......... Sensual poem

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To hear me,  is to know me
To know me, you most be close to me 

Close enough for your fingertips to touch my body flesh
Ease them slowly around its curves
Edge them through its long hair

Close enough:
To smell, the light fragrance of my body scent permeating into the air
To hear, the quietest beat of my heart
To hear,  the lowest whisper of my voice
To know, what I'm thinking because you were close enough to me to hear exactly the meaning of what I had to say

And once you have mastered being that close to me
 You will know want it is to hold
 All of my love, in the palm of your hand...

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Touch of love

When she heard the words "I love you"

Her face smiled

The room seems lighter

But when the tip of a finger creased her cheek flesh

Than eased down the side of her neck

To the weight of her shapely breast

Than lingered on the tip of her breast nipple

Her world stop spinning

Her breath hitched

Her heart raced

The worlds he had spoken, now lingered deep in her heart....

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Sweeter than ..... Prose poem .. Thought series ....

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After forcing her way into the fold of my arms, she whispered into my ear " hold me"

As a soft cheek press against my cheek,  she took a deep breath in to smell my essence

With a smile on her face, she caress the back of my head and pulled my lips into a kiss that was softer than cotton, deeper than the fathoms of the ocean depths, sweeter than any candy made of sugar

A kiss ... That tasted like ... Felt like... Love....

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It's that simple ....

The way your tender kisses transcend into my heart

The way your touch breeze through my being 

The way you gentle hug folds into my soul

Always remind me

That I'm loved by you

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Follow me... (Thought series.)... Prose poem

Faces smiling

Palms sweaty

Cheek to cheek

Aromatic scent of Channel No. 5 perfume entices my mind

Your body followed mine in a slow rhythmic movement

Thighs rub

Hips gently gyrate in the darkness

Be smooth enters my mind

Follow his every step emerge in yours

Platonic foreplay comes to an end too soon

As our first slow dance ends......

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