You are here: Home » Hot Topics » Consummation (Erotic Poetry)

Consummation (Erotic Poetry)

07/07/10-by Bridgette P. LaVictoire  (Warning, Mature Content)
“How long has it been, my sweet Lilith?”

I take her hand and kiss her palm,
The sweet salty sweat of nervousness
tickles my lips,
and with my tongue and teeth I nip
caressingly upon her wrist,
The sapphire cloth that binds her arm
slides back and each kiss
feels the staccato of her pulse
as each of my breaths come slightly
heavier now in

Anticipation of
this simple act that we are about
to partake of

The blood rushes through her body
warming each of her parts
as I place her left hand under
my chin and lift me up

I kiss her lips with mine own
and our tongues mingle ever so slightly,
Running my hands down her corseted
body to find the laces in her clothes,
How long has it been my love
since I last kissed her neck and gently fondled
the curve that lays between her shoulder
and her beautiful face?

My fingers begin to unshackle her body
from the clothes that
our sensibilities demand,
and kissing downward do I bring
a gentle persuasion to bear upon
her delicate erect nipples and
blood engorged breasts
aroused from fire from her loins
ablaze from within
by the power of her heat and her heart,
her hands pull me up as her dress
falls rustling with stiff grace
to the floor at our feet

Once again our lips meet
in joyous union

as she unlaces the ties of my verdant dress
letting it, too, fall
to join its sapphire mate,
Stepping outside the emerald ring about my feet
to shed my underclothes without regret
as, for one unbearable moment,
we are parted from each other.

Taking up her hand once more,
I lead her to the bed,

With gentle hands, I ease her to the covers
and lay my flesh beside her
gently caressing the supple sloping valley
between her soft, tender breasts
pulling my hand down the flat
of her most exquisite belly
plying deep into the warm jungle valley
that lays between her pale, noble thighs,
how thrilling to feel
another woman
in this intimacy
she bites her lip
longing fills her eyes
yet trembling
her hands are want to move
so as to remove my hand from its place
dare she or dare she not
for it was her boldness to ally
our womanly bodies
in this pure union

I continue
each finger caressing some part
seeking mutual release
yet her hesitance seems wrought
to force me
to release my own passion
when hers is spent,
her teeth bite deeper into
her lower lip
trying to deny the waves of lust
rising up her spine,

Damn the woman
does she think that this is not torture for me?
The time we have spent apart
the time I have bided knowing
that she dared not come to my side out of shame?

Reluctance continues to mete out
torture upon my body
Easing my pressure upon her flesh
by ceasing my ministrations
upon her mound
My other hand
I move to caress
the gentle slope of her cheeks
and whisper words
that need and passion
have released from my memory

The words work and she
closes the gap between our bodies

her hands tremble
as first they touch my flesh
each digit leaving fire
along yearning skin
strands of raven hair
have worked their way across
her face
She spares a hand to move them away
and then removes my scarlet
hair from in front of my face

Our lips conjoin once more in passion
mingling pink and red
as our bodies find release
in each other
finding our love to be
a passionate force indeed.

Photo From Personal Collection, Bridgette P. LaVictoire. Detail from painting “Passion”.

Related articles by Zemanta

• Who am I? (Poem) (lezgetreal.com)