We
touch in the Cimmerian night,
Method,
fluid and graceful
As
crimson ribbons oblige
And
I arrange her hands over head.
Method,
fluid and graceful,
Trapped
in silence;
And
I arrange her hands over head,
Mouth
covers mouth.
Trapped
in silence,
Judgment
blinded by wraps,
Mouth
covers mouth
As
kisses reign; administered upon breasts.
Judgment
blinded by wraps,
Mouth,
imprisons nipples
As
kisses reign; administered upon breasts,
Seducing
them within folds of tongue and teeth.
Mouth,
imprisons nipples,
Wisps
of hair, brush lightly over bared breasts,
Seducing
them. Within folds of tongue and teeth,
Tickling,
teasing; tantalizing.
Wisps
of hair, brush lightly over bared breasts,
Moving
on in a downward spiral of sensation;
Tickling,
teasing; tantalizing.
Lips,
tongue, and teeth explore yielding flesh.
Moving
on in a downward spiral of sensation,
Rapacity
harnessed within willing psyche.
Lips,
tongue, and teeth explore yielding flesh;
Her
body bound in crimson ribbons.
Rapacity
harnessed within willing psyche,
Denied
of sight and touch, she squirms to be freed.
Her
body bound in crimson ribbons,
Fighting
against bonds. While,
Denied
of sight and touch, she squirms to be freed.
Scarlet
welts rise on porcelain skin
Fighting
against bonds. While,
Horizontal
lips press vertical lips.
Scarlet
welts rise on porcelain skin.
Tongue
probes in search of musky moisture,
Horizontal
lips press vertical lips
And
my fingers probe her intimate depths.
Tongue
probes in search of musky moisture,
Thighs
softly press against my cheeks
And
my fingers probe her intimate depths,
While
my tongue moves in a vertical slide.
Thighs
softly press against my cheeks
Her
hips pushing and grinding against my breasts,
While
my tongue moves in a vertical slide,
Playing
in the key of G and she moans.
Her
hips pushing and grinding against my breasts,
As
crimson ribbons oblige.
Playing
in the key of G and she moans;
We
touch in the Cimmerian night.
Copyright © 2000
TrueLayd. All Rights Reserved.
 Colours
of Lust
by TrueLayd
Her
eyes, black like midnight pines,
her
skin, scented purple with lilac,
while
her cat-o-nine-tails purrs softly pink,
exhaling
sweet milky breath on my lips.
Her
body is mine, the same design,
though
her ivory curves flow, where mine do not,
she
is my volupté; her sensuality
is
my pleasure, her pleasure my gift.
My
tongue dances lightly on tip, over
precious
golden sand which soon becomes
lust-r-us
pink pearl, hard, smooth, and round.
My
peachy lips pout, longing to join the dance;
she
obliges them with her orchid kiss
while
her tongue twirls, and twists,
and
she sings high blue notes to my pure,
white
need.
Then
she follows me
into
a crescendo of silver lightning
while
pulses thunder and aqua waves
ebb
over linen sheets.
Copyright © 2000
TrueLayd. All Rights Reserved.
About
The Author:
"I am a 39 year old
female; I live in Alaska. I have been writing poetry for a little over
two years, and I have just begun to work on stories. I write under the
pen name of Truelayd. I am not bisexual, although I do support anyone's
right to choose a lifestyle which suits them best.
My inspiration for writing
this poem was based on the need to develop eroticism from a perspective
in which I have no legitimate knowledge... to learn a point of view of
two women as lovers. I found in working on "Cimmerian Crimson" it is very
sensual, soft and less demanding than the male/female POV in other pieces
I have written."
About
The Poem:
"The preceeding poem
was first published at Erotica Reader's Association, 2000. The format (pantoum)
is somewhat of a long forgotten poetic format, but I think its use of repetition
adds to the uniqueness of the poem. This is an erotic poem about two women."
Comments?
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the author.
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