Promise and Desire
Poems
Last week, a couplet of poems by
was published here on After a Good Date. Here is the final installment of peoms from them, a poem about promise of desire, and a desire to have a physical symbol of union of a man and a woman.Content Warning: This post is meant for adult readers only. The post contains explicit visual and textual content. If you are reading this in your mail inbox, make sure that you allow for loading of images, and do that in appropriate privacy.
#3: Promise
Girth and veins
Feasting her eyes
Flush and flames
eying her prize
pearlescent effervescence
fertile petals
seeking his essence
In the moonlit dance, passion unveiled,
Silhouettes entwined, desire curtailed.
Girth and veins tell a tale untold,
As flames of longing steadily unfold.
Her gaze feasts upon the primal scene,
Pearlescent effervescence, a love serene.
Fertile petals seek his essence divine,
In the symphony of bodies, an intoxicating line.
Beneath the celestial canvas, a clandestine affair,
Whispers of yearning fill the sultry air.
Flushed cheeks and entangled limbs,
In the labyrinth of passion, desire swims.
Veins pulsate, a rhythmic heartbeat,
As two souls in ecstasy, tenderly meet.
The garden of lust blooms with fervent delight,
Each petal, a testament to the ardent night.
Their bodies entwined, an intimate art,
A masterpiece painted by the beating heart.
Eyes locked, a language only lovers understand,
In the tapestry of connection, they take a stand.
Amidst the flames that ardently ignite,
They navigate the realms of euphoric height.
In the symphony of moans, a harmonious tune,
They dance on the precipice of the silvery moon.
Her essence mingles with his in a sweet embrace,
A poetic union, a timeless, boundless space.
As the night surrenders to the dawn's soft glow,
Their love story, an eternal ebb and flow.
As morning light unveils the tangled embrace,
They linger in the afterglow, a tranquil grace.
Flushed cheeks now kissed by the sun's warm rays,
The remnants of passion in a lover's gaze.
Gentle whispers echo in the dawn's hush,
A secret shared between the tangled brush.
Veins, once aflame, now calm and serene,
In the quiet aftermath, a love pristine.
Pearlescent dewdrops on fertile petals rest,
A metaphor for the love that's been blessed.
The garden witnesses the tender aftermath,
Where once there were flames, now a gentle bath.
Yet, the memory lingers in the morning air,
A lingering echo of a love affair.
Flush and flames may fade with the light,
But in their hearts, the embers still burn bright.
As the day unfolds its canvas anew,
They carry the magic of the night, a shared residue.
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#4: Baby Fever Desire
She never wanted to close her legs for him
she was born for this
her body humming with desire
as she lay with him every night.
She was his woman now
she wanted to give herself to him
in principle and in lust
she wanted him to mark her as his
she wanted him to claim her womb
plant the seed of their love
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