Showing posts with label arousal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label arousal. Show all posts

Monday, November 10, 2008

a poisoned arrow

Like a mist, she glides across the spaces,
Draped in beauty’s stunning gown,
And charmed with adornment by chic–
She decrees presence, magical as a sweep.

As desirous as arousal, she invokes men,
Throbbing hearts and engulfing fantasies,
They smile logic away, citing emotions–
And their souls, they trade for her attention.

As shivery as a feather, her victims select,
Embracing their egos with her sensuality,
Swollen headed and pulsating buoyancy–
They convulse admiration into arrogance.

A heady partner, she stimulates virility,
Intoxicated with love, impelled with sex,
Served deliciously with erotic exquisite–
Good men, tasting her, let loose of selves.

Experiencing tidal waves of orgasmic ecstasy,
Respected men rupture their reputations,
Many a broken homes, a wrecked society–
The radiations emitting from her flight path.

The hearts of men, her flight’s destination,
An arrow poisoned with the deadliest toxin,
Evocating sensuality, men’s virtue diminishes–
Heedlessness and haughtiness, hang their heads.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

desire

I let my imagination, run riot about you;
Like time, I indulge myself fantasizing about you,
Curvy and smooth, your nudeness I imagine,
Horny the sight of you makes me.

As attractive as lust, do I find you.
Arousal is the scent, you fill my nostrils with;
Silky, the feel of your skin against mine,
The glow of your skin is like Aurora.

Your touch, lighter than a feather is sensual,
Like jazzy blues, your moans in my ears;
Heat from a furnace, is welled up in my groin,
Sending shivers down vertebrae.

I imagine you starry eyes, during an orgasm;
The curvature of your lips, as it forms a groan.
The sight of your nipples erect, I long for,
O, Desire, yourself, you have revealed to me?

Sweaty and tangier, your skin taste;
My teeth I sink into your softness,
Heightening moans the little bites gives,
Like lighting, wetness fills you up.

Your orgasmic state, I’ve venerated in my mind:
A new found theme for my fantasies,
Like a sneeze, its description difficult,
Like a craving, I’ll move mountains for you.