In the morning air

In the morning air the breeze stirs the leaves
The clouds are tinged with pink
Your breath seems close
You in your cotton shirt
The window wide open
Your nipples pressing and showing through.

You smile at me
I come close, so close
That I take you in my arms
Kissing your warm neck
I look up at the mirror
Seeing my hands grasping
The back of your shirt
Your pink legs.

My tumescence feels awkward in my shorts
Your hands under my T-shirt
I cannot resist hiking your shirt
Seeing now your round bottom
Your slightly parted legs
And as I move to press my thigh
Onto your soft swollen lips
Your hand slides down my belly
Grasping my hardening cock.

I smell your warmth
Our eyes meet
Our mouths engage and tongues tango
I feel your moist sweetness on my leg
The softness of your hair
Your hand caressing

My brain whirls and blanks
I cry out as I hold you tight
And from the core of my soul
My seed shoots
Emptying into your hand

My leg pressed still on your wetness
Your breast against my chest
Your bottom clenched as you ride
Your sighs quickening into gasps
Your hand clutching tightly

As the curtain ruffles
And the air smiles and soothes
With its cool balm.

Your gift to me

Sometimes
I wonder why
You unfold yourself to me,

Why you look at my warm smile,
Displaying your petals
Softly inviting, delicate, demur;

Opening wide and willing to show
Your sensitive tender parts,
While I clamber clumsily over,
Wanting to suck the moist nectar.

With what compassion
Do you yield and respond -
Pressing your fragrant gift.

Urgent needs

The bell rang. She was earlier than he had expected and he was still in the shower. He grabbed the towel and slipped out of the bathroom to the door of the room, standing behind it as he opened it and she entered through the door... turning to me with the smile he knew so well.

He kissed her... and feeling the soft fulness of her lips, kissed her again.. then pressed her urgently against the wall and kissed her hard.. feeling her tongue darting out across his lips... her woollen jacket rough against his bare chest.

She went into the room and sat on the bed... He stepped into the bathroom and dropped the towel, conscious of his growing tumescence, and pulled on a pair of light cotton shorts and a T-shirt.

He returned to the room, where she had removed her jacket, revealing a smooth black nylon top that showed off her breasts.

They wanted each other before they wanted to catch up on their news. He had know her for several years. She had come to find love with him on each visit he made.

He held her head and she reach up and slid her warm hands under his T-shirt. He bent down to kiss her again, and found himself devouring her mouth, then kissing her neck, nosing its spicy fragrance...

Her hands were feeling his hardnes through his cotton shorts, and soon she was pulling them down, his erection catching on the cotton as she worked him free... and as he kicked the encumbrance away, he felt her warm wet mouth engulf him, her lips moving up and down, her tongue swirling... He looked down and she looked up at him...  and he reached down to fondle her breasts through the thin fabric - and a hand slipped under his balls, gently caressing him there...

He wanted her naked... and soon as he tugged at her clothes she stood up and helped to shed them, her breasts hanging down, softly limp, her belly bulging more than when he had last seen her, but soft and welcoming...

He pushed her back on the bed and clambered over her... It was all happening fast, his need was urgent and she was quick to respond... He felt the gentle downdraft of the fan above, cooling his back and ass...  

Her hand cupped his cock, clasping its hard desire... His mouth was on her neck, her nipples, her arm, her lips... and then his cock was being guided to snuggle against her smooth, shaved cunt... the head feeling its slippery wet entrance, as she opened her legs wider and guided him to the place.

'Is it safe?' he whispered, aware that she was a clean and scrupulous woman whom he could trust, but needing that reassurance.

'Yes,' she assured him, 'it is safe'.... and his cock slid in, delighting in the sensation of being wrapped around with such silky wet softness, loving to move in deep and to press home into her belly, moving in her depths, then pulling back so slowly before sliding in again...

'You are so gorgeous,' he gasped, 'You feel so good, I love to be in you.'.. and she held him tightly as he began the rhythm of his thrusts, feeling his balls slap on her ass, reaching under with his hands to grab her tightly there, finger exploring her wet flower, while he felt her hand feeling his wet cock as he slid in and out... the fan cranking overhead.

He knew he could not last, for he had been denied satisfaction for too long... He felt the sensation of climax in the depth of his being and his mind gave in to the rushing release... urging her on in the hope that she might come too, as he felt the primal pumping begin, the surge of ecstasy as the sperm exploded in her soaking slithery sheath...

He heard her gasping cries.. and knew that she was climaxing too...and as they both expended their inner energy, sharing their very essence, they relaxed into each other's arms, bodies pressed and damp with the heat, lips kissing and tongues licking, eyes capturing the wonder, nostrils flaring to the subtle fragrance of damp warm flesh and the heady, musky whiff of sex.

It was as if he was home again, safe in her arms - as though they had never been parted. They knew that these were nights of comfort and release, an escape from the realities of their lives, precious moments, a secret rendezvous that neither would ever betray.

A slight breeze from the lake wafted through the open window, ruffling the net that hung from the ceiling; a man shouted in the yard below and a dog barked somewhere; the moon looked on from the dark star-filled sky, pale and misty; the fan cranked and cranked around - as the pace of their breathing slowed while they lay entwined on the damp cotton sheet.

Worship of the senses

I see you ...

Warm smile, bright eyes
Gown loose on smooth satin soft limbs
Soft candles flickering gentle light
On thigh and rounded breast
Moving with graceful display
Delighting beating heart and yearning desire..

I feel you..

Watching me, seductive eyes fixated
Envisioning my nakedness, gyrating my hips
Soulfully arousing my artless treasures
Piercing my anatomy with untouched lips
I visualize your gentle unbridled caresses;
as the mood is set, blazing desires need wait no more…

I taste you...

Pulling your burning body close, lips on lips,
Tasting sweetness of mouth and neck
Stooping to savour the softness of fragrant breast
Teasing tongue on firm aroused berries
Kneeling before parted thighs where petals display
Ripe red fruit, dribbling sweet juice...

I hear you...

Bellowing moans and groans, in icy hot flames
playing love’s ecstasy, in sultry pursuit
While pleasing sounds echo from opened lips
The saccharine clamor creates a harmonious flute
Our souls and anatomies become a blessed composition
Love’s sacred offering remains reverently affixed…

I touch you…

Hands caressing, fondling, body to body
Hard horn uplifted, gift of pulsing flesh,
Grasped with open hand, guiding to the fount
Anointing the head and joining in union
Loin to loin and breast to breast, entering into
The holy place, candles flicker, incense burns...

I smell you

Morning words

Soothed by the beauty of the morning sun

 

Warming and lighting the fragrant blooms

 

Stirred by the music of voice and guitar in gentle blend

 

By the sense of your presence so far away

 

With my words I kiss your lips

 

Fondle your ear

 

Feel your darkened hair

 

Press myself against your breasts

 

Letting them trail down your body

 

Speaking to you

 

Caressing you

 

Soothing you

 

Stirring you

 

Gently breathing against you…

 

Words more soft and beautiful

 

As they feel their way down.

 

 
Take them into the shower with you

 

Hold them in your hands

 

Let the fragrant oil enhance them

 

Spread them with your hands and fingers

 

Let them fondle you where your body stirs

 

Push them with your fingers into secret places

 

Let them nestle there

 

Warm and protected in your mother's body

 

Let them affirm you as a woman

 

A woman of beauty and poise

 

Of grace and warmth

 

Of deep mind and feeling.

 

Stand naked under the warm flow

 

As my words trickle down your thighs

 

Massaging your feet

 

Slipping between your toes.

 

 
Step carefully as you emerge

 

Keep my words about you

 

As you dress for your day

 

Protecting them with your garments

 

Letting them linger

 

About your person

 

 
Beautiful, special friend.

Dream of delight

Sometimes
When rough ways
Shake the battered frame
When racked brain aches
Screwed tight with others' anger
I dream of the sun
Hidden but there
Flowing and warming
Her beautiful body
Barely clad
As though she would share
Her soft pleasures
Head bowed, coyly modest
She shows but covers
Offering a glimpse
Though not quite ready
To slip into my space
And I feel that sweet longing
The child's want of the breast
The warm enfolding
The gently stroking caress
Kisses of comfort
Words that lift the spirit
Stirring and arousing
Creating new strength
Exciting and energising
Intensifying stretched nerves
Until all that is pent up
Bursts forth
Released and relieving
Emptied and spent 

Lost in a dream of delight

Fragile Comfort

My head aches and my mind feels crushed
Unsettled by a burden of care.
Listless, I look into the pale blue sky
Where white clouds drift along, careless enough,
And the crinkly green leaves of the pittosporum
Growing behind the hedge
Tremble in the light movement of air.

I walk out into the crisp morning
Breathing the sea breeze.
My eyes scan the clipped beach hedge
Its green garment turning to russet brown.
Beneath, the Autumn crocuses thrust up
Light dancing heads, pleased to show
What little they have
Under the damp hedge in the cool air.

And then there is the pink geranium
Its five-fold petals like a thin nightdress
Or somehow naked, light veined, soft,
Its stamens roused and wanting
The kiss of honey-gathering bee,
Quivering as the breath of morning
Stirs its fragile form.

And then I share my words with you,
Anxious that maybe I give too little
That I am weak when you need strength.

And as you take me in your arms
Holding me tight
My tears flow onto your warm neck
Spilling my grief
Eased by your knowing heart
Comforted by your still, assuring silence
By the feel of your breast against my chest
By the touch of your thighs as we hold close
By the soft feel of your hair on my cheek.