Poetry

A touch of finger delicate and slippery
,with the slight breath of warmth
We fought our resistance beneath our soft hands.
As the wind flowed from the window above us
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance
,to abandon all of our uncertainties.
I drew you close, holding your hands
.gradually tilted your soft neck to blush my lips..
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
of hot and quickening breath
.Tickling you, tickle, tickle,
goes my tongue
.Now I press my lips gently to yours.
Rubbing your lips back and forth
against mine
and greedily we drank the wine
of our lusts.
I trail kisses of passion all over your face
.Then back to your mouth
.Our tongues dance together.
We are exploring.
I circle your tongue with the tip of mine.
You echo the pattern back to me..
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
You left me smiling and soaked
,In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name
from the back of your throat,
And our lips both demanded more,.
The taste of your tongue between my lips
,Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin for a bite,
was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair
and pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut.
We made this love
which wasonly paced by the rhythm of our hearts
.Accelerated by the hunger for more
The cycle seemingly never ending.
Hunger and the attempt to satisfy it.
Our hearts thundering like a storm on the sea of love.
The frenzied yet graceful,
almost poetic energy abounds.
We erupt in a flow of passionate waves
that humbles the nearby sea.
This lovely moment has never been more beautiful
As we lie together in each other's embrace;
The taste of you,
the feel of naturea beautiful moment - in my memory forever encased.

-Nikhil Chandwani