Kisses At Your Garden Gate

The kiss starts out so playfully; mischievous, almost teasingly.
Tongue darts, to erotic parts, pleasure flows in waves so pleasingly
As passions rise and intensions harden… I'm invited to your hidden garden
Forcing myself to make you wait - I circle around your garden gate
Admiring the dark surrounding bush - I fight your urge, for me, to rush
Then drawn within as passion mounts, that passion is soon ALL that counts
Senses combine and thought is gone; where once was two, now only one
We wrestle lost within the kiss, rocking, rolling, then explosive bliss.
Happy and shining, sat on the floor, you lean toward me - “Just one more?”

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I’m not sure how we met but I tried to ignore her.
Lucy she was called and there were diamonds in the blue sky of her eyes.
She seemed to be fascinated by me but I was ‘spoken for’ and so I did everything I could to avoid those sparking diamond looks.

She seemed so lost, alone and yet I could feel the desire burning within her.
Being a good man I befriended her and in recognition of her need I took her to a party and left her in capable hands.

As I was walking away I felt a pang of regret as a gust of cold wind pierced my convictions and sent a shiver of something not fully identified through my “you did the best thing” comforter.

I heard a step behind me and knew before I turned.
Without a word I took a hug for the cold and felt the warnings stiffening.
The primal need for piercing; for bits of me and she to share the same space, to shine within each other, to burst and mingle like fireworks in the night flooding the darkness with their chromatic pyrotechnic intensity and then lingering, their light almost spent, falling to earth together like sacred sparks into a sea of surrender.

I struggled with a surge of passion which almost knocked me over but I managed to pull away and we walked with only the sounds of the night, our matched footfalls and the pumping promise…