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Allow it the joy and wonder of your touch, caress

Does it not deserve as much

Legs ache with longing to wrap around your waist

Thighs dream of you softly laying a hand upon them

Little nibbles on ears and neck

Crying out for your touch, supple breasts

Soft buds silently scream to be kissed

This body has dreamt of you for so long now

Let it obtain extacsy

Grant this wish

Now only your will is recognize

You who comes to my dreams

Who awakens me with pleasure

Pleasure forgotten as dreams fade

Take my hand

Posted: June 30, 2010 by Marya in Sexual Poems
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Take my hand and lead the way;
tell me all you want to say.
Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear.
Kiss my lips and touch my skin;
bring out passions deep within.
Pull me close and hold me near;
take away my pain and fear.
In the darkness of the night,
be my beacon, shine your light.
In the brightness of the sun,
show me that you are the one.
Give me wings so I can fly;
for I can soar when you’re nearby.
Enter my heart, break down the wall,
it’s time for me to watch it fall.
I’ve been a prisoner, can’t you see?
Break my chains and set me free.
Strip me of my armor tight;
you’ll find I won’t put up a fight.
Release my soul held deep within . . .
I’m ready now, let love begin.
Silently she awakes and gazes upon him there.
She sees him sleeping peacefully and longs to hold him near.
She reaches out her trembling hand to gently touch his face.
Remembering short hours ago, sharing love’s embrace.
He stirs just then and spies her tender. loving stare.
Then places his hand over hers, stunned at the extent of her care.
Their eyes never leave each other as she caresses his soft skin.
She smiles at him slightly as she moves closer to him.
He takes her in his arms placing a kiss upon her cheek.
She turns her head slowly, his lips for her to seek.
A subtle moan escapes her as his hand explores anew.
Passions kiss intensifies as their rhythmic dance ensues.
He proclaims his love for her as he kisses her wanting neck.
She moves her hands over him finally to rest upon his chest.
Feeling her velvet secret engulf him again and again,
And feels her building climax escaping from her then.
She arches back, catches his eyes adoring their allure.
As they reach their perfect harmony, together once more.

 How can you ache and crave for someone’s touch
When you have never felt it?
I do this for yours, though,
And the yearning grows more each day

I have never wanted anything in my life
As much as I want you
When you whisper such sweet love
In my ear when we talk

You make me melt into a puddle
Of complete helplessness
You have become my every waking thought
And my every dream at night

I breathe in so hard
Trying to catch my breath when we can’t talk
I close my eyes so tight
Hoping when I open them you will be there

But I know I have to wait
Until the time is right
It seems so far away
That I think I am losing my mind

I want to breathe in your scent
And keep it with me all day long
I want to taste your love for me
By kissing your sweet lips

I want to feel your body next to me
So when you leave for awhile I can hold on
I just want you to know
That I really do love you

When the day comes and we are together
You will always know and feel this
I will always hug, kiss and love you
Every moment of the day and night

…You will never have another touch unfelt

Passions revealed,
desires sedated,
never once believed,
such pleasures awaited.

Romance claimed lost,
desire now greed,
no estatic long nights,
just fullfilling a need.

But with lingering glances,
on satin smooth skin,
through the night we languish,
in the erotica of skin.

A candle lit dinner,
alone to test our will,
champaine on ice ,
inhibitions to chill.

A fire in the hearth,
our only light,
yet hold back the urges,
as passion fills the night.

Caressing your hair,
a masage designed to please,
your breathing grows soft,
a sensual tease.

Lips finally meet,
so tender and hoping,
tounges intertwine,
searching not groping.

Finger tips trace,
from your neck down your spine,
awakening nerves the pleasure ,
devine.

Cloths whisper as they fall to the floor,
bringing pleasure in the skin they show,
no rush no hurry all night,
to take it slow.

A trail of kisses,
the soft backs of knees,
bodys aching yearning,
eager to please.

By the light of the fire,
two bodys join in an ancient rite,
as soft moans of pleasure,
become the sounds of the night.