In her language of sex
she rubs his chest
her fingers side walking
wandering their weigh
of smooth light patterned kisses
down and around
then up to begin
where they began

He responds in sighs
a series of deep breaths
resists the urge
to be the lion
bites her face in love nips
imagines his power to devour
drifts away from himself
aloof and quite away

Her fingers threaten
but do not touch
They are promises
secrets of nether reaches
She poses them as arrows
erotic archer she
plucks the string of her bow
arsenal of quiver

His wall of resolve
cracks slowly at first
reluctant to break her water
but she is at him
and on all fronts
The stones of his heart
begin to crumble
He howls as the dam breaks

Very nice, WordWulf.

Pamme

This is exceptional! You have created a clear visual perception for the reader and a subtle undertone of what this poem is conveying. I enjoyed reading this! As of all your works, wordwulf. reginatotheb.

Good poem, WordWulf, but my curiosity is getiing the better of me -- why did you put this in the Guidance & Consulation section instead of one of the poetry forums?
~Davidf