Warning – Erotica Adult over 18 Only
Your skin reminds me of cinnamon and ginger, that tang of spices fresh and burning on the tongue
Early in the morning I want to inhale you, you sleep cold
You say I am a furnace keeping you warm as you wrap yourself around me
You say I am your anchor; we fall asleep tangled together at night
Every morning you are wrapped around me sharing my heat
My breasts settled heavily in your hand and you nestled between my legs
The sheets are damp, from your sleep and our lovemaking of the night before
Your skin is covered in a sheen of sweat and your spice scent
I sleep too hot in your arms yet am reluctant to leave for cooler climes
Moving will wake you; the scent of your skin sends small shivers down my spine
I push back at you, your arm tightens around me instinctively capturing and slowing movement
You tighten yourself against my back pulling me closer, making us one
Your breath lifts my hair as you nestle closer still, holding tightly
Your breath settles back to the rhythm of slumber even while your body wakes
Slowly we begin to move together with recognized rhythms of morning
We barely move yet the universe spins us outward stars brighten then explode
The flavor of your spice heightened by our morning dance on sunbeams is on my tongue
As our rhythm moves from Tango to Salsa, your hands glide from breast downward
The sun warms you, as I have through the night your slumber undisturbed even as I say good morning
Each of us smile as we settle into our day anchored by the other, your spice fills the room
You have rolled over to the spot I have left and grabbed my pillow, do I leave a scent too
Valentine, 1-May-2014
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Wow. Intimate and poignant, and also evocatively descriptive. Nice work, Val!
Thanks Monica. These are beginning to work through me, some from journals and some newly minted. Dreamscapes maybe.
This is beautiful. Not only what it depicts but the way it is written. Well done my friend.
Thank you, I am so glad. From you this is high praise
Love, love, love it! Mornings like that are my favorite. Beautiful piece, Val! ♥
They are mine as well, they are perfect mornings.
Thank you Amaya, I am grateful.
This is a part of your writing I didn’t know but am enjoying. Well done again, Val dear 🙂
Thank you Eric, it is a part I did not think I would ever share, that I would always keep private. I am gratified by the acceptance I am receiving.
Val.. . Its beautiful and beyond sensual..Love the way your words dance and move including all the senses in a way I wasn’t reading it but seeing it.. And mornings..I miss mornings like this..so it leaves me feeling wistful too. Love it ♥
Oh Lizzie, I am glad you felt this. I miss morning too, more than nearly anything. Wistful, that is a good word.
That is a beautiful rendition of the way things ought to be in a love relationship. Thanks for sharing your talents with each post.
You are welcome. I am glad others are seeing through my eyes
Mmmmmm, thank you for the delicious read!
Very welcome, glad you enjoyed.
Beautiful. And I like that I’m not the only person who thinks like this. I mostly only show mine to my muse, though.
I am glad I am not the only one also. I am happy others are enjoying my musings. My muse pushes me outside previous boundaries, to show my colors, let the shadows be touched as well as the light be shadowed.
It is new.
Well, it’s beautiful, so keep going.
Excellent erotic poetry, Val! But, I wish you’d remove the 18+ disclaimer. No one here should get offended, and no one under 18 should be reading your blog anyway.
Thank you Alejandro, I do appreciate the nice feedback. I so enjoy moving this side of me from journals and writing new things.
I have been dinged a couple of times so for now it stays.
Wow! Just…wow! This is excellent.
Thank you. I am glad you think so. Truly.
You did a wonderful job, truly. Very sensual. It evoked…feelings. lol.
What I love about these poems, Val, is that the descriptions are sensual and tantalizing, but the words still leave enough to the imagination. Wonderful! XOXO-Kasey
Thank you Kasey. I find myself reading, re-writing and thinking, I remember or I want. It is a new part of me, this vulnerability.
The scents, the touches… very well done, Val. I am enjoying your release into poetry.
Oddly Christy, so am I even though with each one I remain a bit nervous.
I’m stuck for word, Valentine. This is beyond sensual. ❤
I hope that is good. My exploration of this side is opening another side of me, it still is a bit frightening for me to put it out here.
I have found the reading profound and in good taste.
Then I am glad. There are some opinions I respect a great deal, yours is one of those.
Thank you and you are welcome. 🙂