Twice In Twenty Minutes

by

Phil Pochurek

I know that touch
When you reach for me,
To arouse me from my sleep.
It's the subtle grip
Of your smooth hand, your rhythm,
That brings me back
From the edge of my dreams,
And into the heat of the moment,
And your need.
No matter that we had just finished
A marathon bout of sexual acrobatics
Straight out of the Kama Sutra.
You weren't finished with me yet
And wanted more.
Like a woman possessed, driven,
With an insatiable appetite.
Reaching for the bliss.
The ecstasy hidden deep
Within the center of your being.
Ready to do what ever it takes
To unleash it, in a tidal wave of passion.
Those familiar ripples of pleasure
That curl your lip
And shorten your breath,
Until you cry out
In a lovers voice.
And your tears of joy
Are set free, again.
Raining down on my chest
Showering me with your love,
Filling my heart
With all that is you.

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from: Woking, England, UK

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