Poem -

If I Close My Eyes

If I Close My Eyes

if I close my eyesĀ 
will you come to me
will you breathe inĀ 
my scentĀ 
allowing theĀ 
very thought of myĀ 
desireĀ 
to drench your tongueĀ 
as I hear you lick your lips
smiling slylyĀ 
knowing you are gettingĀ 
ready to come undoneĀ 

come a bit closerĀ 
press your bodyĀ 
against my ownĀ 
slowly remove myĀ 
clothesĀ 
as your teeth brushĀ 
my earĀ 
whispering yourĀ 
wants, while pushingĀ 
back your fearĀ 
yes. whispering....
all of those things thatĀ 
you keep deep withinĀ 
afraid if you voice themĀ 
barriers will be downĀ 
restraints will bustĀ 
to the groundĀ 
as your primal hungerĀ 
wouldn't be deniedĀ 
another moment
still.Ā 
I say...Ā 
tell meĀ 

hunger released
hands begin to pleaseĀ 
are you ready for me?
if I bite, do you promiseĀ 
do bite back?Ā 
for this is no time for tactĀ 
my curves are yourĀ 
secret paradiseĀ 
ready for yourĀ 
pleasurable attackĀ 
please ....
don't hold backĀ 

touch me likeĀ 
you own meĀ 
trail your tongueĀ 
down my bodyĀ 
in circles,
mmmm... then inĀ 
straight linesĀ 
devour me withĀ 
your passionate rawnessĀ 
don't be kindĀ 

grab meĀ 
as I wrap myself around youĀ 
scratching my nameĀ 
in your backĀ 
swallow me with yourĀ 
aggressive gulps
yes...
just like thatĀ 
f*ckĀ me with your fireĀ 
thrusting hardĀ 
in and outĀ 
leave not one inchĀ 
wastedĀ 
untouched or undoneĀ 
until I amĀ 
shakingĀ 
screamingĀ 
your name outĀ 

pleasure comfortsĀ 
painĀ 
there is so much healingĀ 
to gainĀ 
to waste another momentĀ 
would be quite a shameĀ 
if I close my eyesĀ 
will you come to me?

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Christopher Correia

beautiful poetry, SoulWhispers....you are excellent at building a scenario; (poem is the expansion of a thought triggered by a cherished memory, no?) the meandering movements subtle buildupĀ impressive restraint against the currents of primal urges screaming, before release is granted, speaks of your mastery of this genre, and control of the dance, here; erotica is difficult to pull off and suspend disbelief of a good reader, most poets are not good at it at all, it's not a mad dashĀ lacedĀ with profanity to the finish line....hey, love how you mentioned 'scent' scent triggers memory like nothing else; can take you right back to a moment, a particular scentĀ is hard to describe but you use it paired together with intimacy, so the players understand the scent, that is clever, you make hard things look simple....

this poem is hot,Ā intelligent five star quality gourmet feastĀ with much skill and care givenĀ in the preparation....enjoyed, poet....the pull quote resonates ferventĀ heat, well done. Ā Ā Ā 

'touch me likeĀ 
you own meĀ 
trail your tongueĀ 
down my bodyĀ 
in circles,
mmmm... then inĀ 
straight lines' Ā Ā Ā 

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SoulWhispers

Thank you dear Poet...for your depth of insight and beautifully shared thoughts.Ā 

Your words are deeply appreciated.Ā 

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Richard Waters

Your erotic writing has a clarity and understanding which gives them significant appeal !

Great.

Warmest wishes ! Ā :)

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Richard Waters

Sorry, "gives it significant appeal" Ā !! Ā :)

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SoulWhispers

Thank you so very much.Ā 

I appreciate your read and lovely shared thoughts.Ā 

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