of liquid love . . .

of liquid love

yes, they were but thoughts

and yet somehow they seemed so real

and i could actually feel them

feel her

feel her skin as i allowed my fingers

to drift languidly across the vast expanse of her body

just as she danced in the vast expanse of my living dream

yes, i refuse to let go

or wake up

‘cause this place i am in at this moment

has me erectly paying attention

to the goodness life affords

one who loves another this deeply

i deliberately close my eyes to all external sensations

and i can smell her body moisture

that which wafts through the air from the valley of her breasts

as the swelling nodes of her twin mounds of excitement

rise to greet my teasing tongue

as it explores it’s command of her senses

and arousals

and i go deeper still

into this chasm of my lost self

where the valley of all her womanhood resides

and i start to swoon in the euphoric atmosphere

of being here

and yes, i am lost

and i like it

i love it

i need it . . .badly

i hear a distant drum beating

i think the natives have been aroused

as my heart excitedly considers the possibilities

of what is about to manifest

and my expectations have a taste of unrequited

and uninhibited ecstasy

all should experience

at least once in their life time

there is a fire somewhere burning

raging

and i can smell the fumes

and feel the consuming heat

as my loins start to boil

and i smile

for this shit is good

and i would have it no other way

and though her countenance is like a sunshine to my life

the way her face lights up

and irradiates all that is about me

and as beautiful as her countenance may be

it is not her face that holds my attention in this moment

though her lips are full and pursed

my imaginings have already used them thoroughly

and the residue liquid of our pre love

drips ever so slowly upon the sheeted plane of our bed we share

puddling only to serve as a reminder

of what we are about to do

as i lay her gently upon her back

her eyes envelope me in our mutual longing for cessation

and my prominent digital elation

takes notice and leaps forward

towards it’s ultimate destiny

that it too may taste what it feels like

to be buried alive

in a liquid grave of love

a place where he will go to but shrivel and die

the door is slightly ajar

and i push with a certain determination

slowly

and i mean slowly

that i may fully enter

and enjoin our very Souls

that i may feel every crevice and nuance of a acceptance

of the offering of my firm love

and thus i am fully welcomed

into this abode of hot, steamy joy abound

as i excitedly

make known my presence

i feel her essence greet me

flowering, blossoming

to receive me

all of me

seen and unseen

and

like the prodigal son that i am

she embraces me

envelopes me

consumes me

totally

and i mean totally

i begin my work

and i pay homage

deep homage to those secret places

where no man has gone before

and deep within this cavern

i find that magic door

waiting for my arrival

and i smile

deeply

soulfully

as she begins to weep

the songs of ecstasy and bliss

as i kiss those lips

that drips

with the evidence

of our Love’s presence

and with no warning

the storm begins

and the fury of our congruous bodies attacks

and i put my hands in the small of her back

pulling her closer until our passion becomes one

one song of painful screams of fulfillment

as i discharge

the full charge of my orgasmic duty

of liquid love

© 16 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.