Poetry of the DarkChild
"Deep Love"

Deep brown eyes staring at me
moving along every inch
every curve...
saying my name
speaking the words...
I want you...I want you...
kissing...
touching every pressure point on my body

sweet touches moving across...
across my breast
caressing and massaging my nipples
leaving them firm...
to the soft sweet blows of hunger
ripping from his lips...

trickle down my spine
arousing the animals within
my forest causing an eruption...
sending juices flowing down my thighs
lusciously kissing my lips...
the scent of your skin
tickles my senses
weakening my body
with the feel of the heated thundering rod
positioned within the door of my entrance...
not proceeding but tempting and releasing
the drug that has me willing...
opening...
anticipating your coming...

groaning...
not caring who hears the sounds
of love making...
no longer able to bare the tension...
feeling...
that races through the heated filled room...
a sound comes from my lips as we
move...

Stronger and stronger he goes...
deeper and deeper it flows...
no air
no way to resist the volcano that is about to
explode...
feeling you in my soul
high as the heavens...
I let go of my inner me..
you take all of me...
he cums...
and he cums again

then there's silence...

Endless love is the sight in his eyes as he lay beside me...
rain drops sprinkle along the window pane heavenly..
Deep Love is what this is...

(c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson