The Chair

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The chair, where pleasure takes place;
Where each other, they passionately kiss,
And where each other, they teasingly taste.
Where he sits, and she on top of him,
With his strong hands around her waist;
Where he guides her up, and then down on him
Again and again, in a sensual rhythm
Until she screams in transcendent climax
From the measured strokes of his depths;
his hands, lips, and tongue teasing
The erect nipples of her aroused breasts.
Where she moans, as she is immersed in
Constant waves of orgasms, on the the tips of her toes,
As if climbing unending erogenous steps.
Where she likes to ride reverse cowgirl
In an erotic trance with her hair down,
And sometimes, likes to turn herself to the side,
So she can feel him inside, as she looks into his eyes.
The chair, where they express the intimate
Poetry of their hearts without fear;
and he whispers sensual words to her,
While from behind, he pulls her hair.



Take Me

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The most fragile parts of me I reveal to you openly.
Without fear, I shine light on the secrecy of my vulnerabilities,
Letting go, and giving you the most intimate parts of me, willingly.
See me in my sincerity, and take me into your heart lovingly—
For I am a man of strength, devotion, and intimacy
Who has survived the bitter cold of tragedy and has loved deeply;
The seasons pass by — and many tears I have cried silently.
If you receive me, receive me completely, in my joy; in my agony.

One Season of Love

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If I could have your love but for only one season,
I would live every second immersed in you,
Collecting the memories of your laughter,
Our intimacy, and the beautiful silence after;
I would hold you tightly and kiss you frequently,
Daily, cherishing your loving whispers.
I would write you beautiful and sincere letters,
So I could be carried in your heart and be forever remembered;
I would love you with reckless abandon, revealing my flaws to you,
And trusting in you to understand them.
Through our strong bond, we would become one,
so you would always be with me;
I would be married to you in my heart
And the depths of my soul, eternally.

Erotic Recollections

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Her memory takes her back
to a long fulfilled fantasy.
She had waited for so long,
but then her secret desire, happened finally.
On that particular day,
the weather was stormy;
she walked in, wearing
seductive heels as she
made her way to her room,
passing through the hotel lobby.
Concealed, under her belted
cream colored trench coat—
were black lace thong panties,
a matching black lace bra,
and a silk black teddy.
With excitement,
she got herself ready;
the anticipation, causing her
to be wet with intensity.
If walls could tell the story
of what they see,
it would not be only two
engaged in the heights
of euphoria and ecstasy,
but there would be three.
The erotic positions of
her fantasy were incredible;
The feelings and sounds
of unadulterated pleasure,
unforgettable.

Heels (Pt. 2)

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Polished toes, peek through
holes in black stilettos.
She accepts compliments cheerfully
when they say her style is sexy,
but she already knows.
An ankle bracelet and fresh pedicure
compliment the heels she adorns;
they are not brand new
but comfortable and lightly worn.
In a sundress, she causes many heads to turn;
every other week, her toes are displayed
with a magnificent new color.
With confidence and fire,
she rules the summer;
in flats she is beautiful,
but in heels, she is like no other.

Secret Love

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You never told me how you felt about me,
but now that I have discovered your secret,
somehow, I burn in the fires of jealousy.
My heart torments me, whispering unsolicited scenarios
of what could have been or what could be.
Seeing you with him, I whisper to myself,
It should have been you and me;
at the time, other lovers occupied my time,
so I couldn’t clearly see how you looked at me.
Maybe, I was always yours — in my heart, subconsciously
destined to discover your true feelings inevitably.
When you see her again don’t be angry,
but for the record, it was your closest
and most trusted friend that
revealed it to me.

Sensual Chapters

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The whisper of a sincere utterance cuts through the stagnant silence;
they are there — in darkness, two lovers, reunited to write new sensual chapters.
The foreword of their book is filled with the passion of sensual kisses;
by the third chapter, she says his name through sounds of pleasure
as she rides and rediscovers the euphoria of the length of his measure.
The vivid descriptions of their intimate union captivates the reader—
the fifth chapter, revisits the origins of how they found each other.
A few paragraphs in, and you will find the love between them is genuine.
The seventh chapter, speaks of how they separated and came back together again;
and here they are, in intimate passion, steeped in love and in the most erotic positions,
recording fiery paragraphs of euphoric transcendence that long lasts—
giving no heed to restrictions, and doing away with all inhibitions.
She kisses him — while on top of him, moving in seductive rhythm
only dismounting to taste him, then eagerly mounting him again—
he places his arms behind him, and she holds on, allowing herself
to be taken by her primal form; she is not timid in pursuing what she wants.
In their time away from each other, they had both yearned for too long,
separated for inconsequential reasons, but now their bond is strong.
The sentences of the eighth chapter, in there intricate details are long.
The union of their euphoric sounds is like a duet of an erotic song.
He picks her up, and she feels the depth of him with her back against the wall—
he does not hold back, as he gives her his all; in a rapturous trance they fall.
Intoxicated with ecstasy, she wraps her legs around his waist and caresses his face.
The ninth chapter approaches, and they are lost in each other’s embrace.