Peacockblue presents
Night Passions an erotic sensual poem
by DGC

As we lie, two shapes
Indistinguishable from rumpled bedding.
Night passions timidly stir into wakefulness.
Skin abutting skin,
bringing the humid stickiness of desire.
I touch you, feel your excitement,
The soft give of your hardness.
With lustful eyes and a single finger
Tracing the lifeline of your manliness,
I engage your concentration.
Become your infatuation,
for this single infinitude,
Inspiring sensual indulgence,
Sights, sound, touch and taste.
My each caress earns a soft uttering,
As lips and tongue, travel a path over skin.
The piquant taste bestirs,
Desire and compulsion build within,
Spilling forth, musky wetness.
You reach, pitiable in your angst,
Hesitant, to place hands.
Unassuming, you lay a palm upon my breast
Sensuously, circle pink buds
Encouraging each to burgeon exaltedly.
With soft persuasion, introduce each to your mouth
Eliciting a low moan by means of lips arid with lust.
Back arching I rise to meet you
encouraging your attentions.
You lay me back upon cool, mellifluous silk,
Move to unveil me, view me with ravenous eyes
Keen, to feed your now insatiable hunger.
You seek a sip of God's Love,
a taste of Satan's Lust
Avidly savor the nectar of carnality.
Anticipation, as from a kiss, lips softly part;
You move inside, enveloped by eager flesh
As my body embraces, bonding to yours.
You give unto me, that which I desire most;
Yourself.

D.G.C. 3/3/00
Edited 8/18/2000