EbersMoll
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Your divine taste proves
That lingerie shopping is
Done better by men.
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Inspiration comes
From my love, dreams and desires,
resulting from you

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Your divine taste proves
That lingerie shopping is
Done better by men.
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Sunset's glow ignites
passion held at bay too long
hearts melded in heat
careless sunbeams spark
ignites ropes holding limits
nights flames set them free
Flames exploding bright
sparkling swirls of sensuous binds
holding yet not held
bodies are pushing
together trying to lock
passion between them
Instant success, this.
When both die the little death
together, then still.
Carried on wings, blissed
forged together in passion
interlocked slumber
Passion sleeps but soon
arises with renewed flame
to soar on fired wings.
unrequited love
endless fable of the heart
that never begins
The phoenix rises.
Sex, the opposite of death,
Leaves him wanting more.
Frantic, perilous
the day begins with her tied
under his control.
She whimpers and cries
out for his wants, foolishly
believing in a touch.
And he appears, in
command and starts. The day's lesson
begins anew. She kneels.
Compliance. Smartly
agreeing to his wishes, she
begins to earn it.
And once demanded,
she begs now, needful, needy
for a benign touch.
There's a want...an ache
he knows it and uses it,
controls his sweet pet.
She watches slyly
awaiting her chance to im-
press him, earn again.
Then, tears flow, all from
fear, sadness, pain, respect, joy.
There is hope brewing.
He sees devotion
and pride in accomplishment
and rewards, sweetly.
She cries out in pain
in passion, in ecstasty.
All is right again.
And as things progress
bittersweet joy fills her up.
Happiness assured.

I hold you tightly
Close, so as to fuse, to meld
In winter's cold grip.
her hungry wet tongue
longs for a taste of his frost
knowing it will stick
Liquid snowdrops fall
Atop pure feminine curves.
Lust ends, love begins.
wetness trickles, drips
puddles gather into streams
hearts let go, they float
Lost in reverie,
After the effort comes peace,
Planning their next steps.
while swaying in love
writing in warm fingertips
dreams for tomorrow
Yielding to one's love,
The ultimate submission,
That's given in trust.
the human heart is
dominated by a need
to ease loneliness
We seek out our mates
Searching for our other halves
The quest is worthwhile.
some would argue that
love can not add the two halves
one plus one is two