Poetry HEAT OF THE NIGHT 1987
by al armiger
There she lay upon my bed, I draw my body close to hers, Darting tounges and burning lips, Each curve, each mound, I conquer her erogenous zones, Her heaving breasts, all hot and tight. Her dreamy eyes all glazed with lust, She drags her stockinged heel, Be sure to check out the poster in my POSTER & SPECIAL EFFECTS gallery. Alternatively ENTER 8261276 or 8261293 or ILLUSTRATED POEMS in the SEARCH ENGINE below.
Tango couple
Her slender limbs seductively spread,
But for the hose and belt she’s worn,
Lying naked as the day she’s born.
So close we are my vision blurs.
I drag my lips around her head,
Until they finally come to wed,
With hers.
Hot passion grips us both.
Our clutching fingers disengage,
To explore our bodies’ sexual maze.
From the knape of her neck,
To the fold of her knee.
And then I come to her canape.
Pink folds of flesh,
All garnished blonde,
I want to touch and taste.
And she responds in muffled moans.
I stop to gaze in ecstasy,
Her spendid body next to me.
Her wet red lips reflect the light.
She whispers little fantasies.
I move my hand across her bust.
She heaves her chest,
Her nipples thrust.
I gently baste them, with my tounge and lips,
And try to hold her writhing hips.
Back up my leg,
And hoists her crutch to mine,
As if to beg,
“I want you now,” her whispered plea,
“Deep and hot inside of me.”