Odd were the kisses,
Down were the lamp switches,
The sweats of our body embracing,
Pulses of heat; heart racing!
Each touch echoed,
In a thousand million fold,
Carried your name alone,
All the fears gone!
Oh, it makes me turn,
Yearning, body churning the burn.
Your warmth enslaving my cold,
The marks of your lips on my chest, bold.
Tiny dark domes,
Their softness all gone,
Begged for the coldness,
Of your teeth; oh love, the longness!
I waited my turn to curb your apetite,
Explore your folds, without no light!
A painter, but with lips for brushes,
Oh no, I don’t mind the bushes!
In this eternity where we cuddled,
Time frozen, invalid and muddled!
Whoever said infinity is unreachable,
Just tried – it just wasn’t preachable!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qd6ztx/m4f_poetry_vanilla_passionate_making_love_in