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An erotic Poem
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Just wondering:
Does any one know where she flew,
or where her soul resides
or how I can find her again,
or hear her sleepy voice when I call too late?
She is my Spider Woman, my Magik Woman
My love and my fear.
On nights so long ago
we would meet 'neath the willow tree
in the quiet of the moon,
when her power was full.
"I am yours....
you are mine in soul and spirit,
with passion and fire
and now we'll meet again
in the palace of Xanadu..."
she would whishper in my ear
while her hands wandered my chest.
She stood, and while staring me
straight in the eye.
Her hands found the latches to her dress
and in one perfect
effortless motion
her dress fell from her shoulders.
She stood lit in moonlight,
the soft wind whispersing
and the willow branches
hungrily stroking her naked body.
She moved toward me
kneeling
and the wind grew,
and she removed my pants
freeing me, as the wind grew.
Her lips, full, red
hungry now,
sucking, wrapping sideways
and round
my swelling.
Her nipples are hard now
and in the deepest motion
swallowing me completely she
turns, to look me in the eye.
Her eyes glisten in moonlight
and she crawls now to mount me
but not my swelling.
She pushes me back,
my head at the base of this great tree.
She mounts my mouth
She is wet and tight
My tounge finds her clit
rythm,
need,
rythm...
but now elsehwere
and she grinds her sex
into my waiting tounge
burrying myself in herself.
I open my eyes and see in the darkness
her eyes shining
the moon hidden behind clouds
lighting in the distant sky
rolling thunder
She is grinding
and has her arms wrapped around the great tree.
Riding, thrashing,
grinding her small hard breasts
into the white barked tree.
She seizes, suddenly
and is lit by lightning
her face contorted
and gasping
She inhales, deeply.
I can feel her power like static in the air.
She rises and beckons me
to stand.
She circles me, and entices my hands
I am with my back to the tree
and now my hands behind me
she tethers them with leather.
Circling again, I am naked
bound, strong.
She moves closer and whispers
in my ear, "You are mine,
in soul and spirit,
in passion..."
and she kisses,
languishing again
and again,
on my nipples.
I am dripping like the sap
from this great tree
dribbling across her swelling breasts.
She wraps her breasts around my cock,
she coos, she growls,
she senses my readiness.
With another flash of lightning
she climbs me
positioning herself above my swelling
breathing hard in my ear
she descends
she tightens
and moans and descends to cry out
and rise slowly
grinding, twisting
panting in my ear.
Faster, and harder
her hands at my neck
nails digging
while she rises and falls
bringing me closer and higher
and faster, stronger
she clenches
her teeth grating
her nails digging
and her sex squeezing tighter
and tighter.
She screams as I release
and my grunts are lost in thunder
her body arching
glistening with sweat
reaking of her own sex
and mine.
She collapses
and the storm passes.
My knees are weak.
After time she stands to slip her dress back on
and then she unties me
and I collapse.
She is gone...
again.
Where are you?
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