A Lover’s Hold…
By
Amir Timur

The silky feeling of her under garments,
Oh the smell of the perfume that lingers in them,
Memories of a night filled with the most romantic-
Yes the most romantic expressions of being intimate.
Foreplay was not even a concern as we made our way.
Lips were soft gentle were the touches of each one.
The arousal points were futile as we hurried for stimulation.

The clothes were removed so eagerly the shoes kicked wherever,
As my fingers removed her undergarments my feelings were raw!
Touching her in places as if I had never made love before,
Placing kisses upon her lips in ways that it seem like I just learned to explore.
A moment in time where I needed her passion to consume my release.
Forget the bed forget the world I held her tight above the sheets.
Our arousals seem out of character to have met in this way of pleasure.

But the time made it possible where we indulged in erotic passion,
So deep where we in the world where do I began no matter the loving so hot,
The feeling of her body made it so I could not stop enjoying the right,
Yes the right to be sexually free as she placed kisses upon my body,
So enjoyably oh how the feel and fullness of her made me seek a better view,
Where in the hell have you been an excellent lover like you.
She gave me the storm and the tides ran so high nature seem to emit with full force.

Now I sit with a glass of fine wine contemplating the love she gave to me,
Moment for moment I race to the phone to call to get her back for more.
Pictures will no longer suffice conversation what can I really say…
That will bring back the impressions of a lover that gave me joy the other day.
Should I sacrifice the life I have achieved or shall she do the same?
Oh the questions ignore them I need her here to stay and fulfill my deepest desires…
As she did in several hours of our time she gave love to me in the way of fine wine.

Even the glass that I now have in my hand taste of her substance tasting her again,
Small drops I catch at my lips then re-taste the flavor all over again…
My clothes I rather not touch my skin at all instead where is she I rather wear her,
Upon my physique in ways that I can feel her warm wet body smell the scent…
Of her which is so damn erotic that pulses are shooting through me in many ways,
But now I stand holding in my hand her undergarments waiting for her to give in…
As she plays the role of who will give in first is it not man that has such strength?

Weak in her knees she was but I was too having a to lose control she stared…
Asking me why do you shake so much shunning her off with convoluted phrases,
She was hitting that spot where I was losing full control and I did not stop!
So I changed positions and subdued her in a way that she lost full control…
Unable to get out as each thrust became more intense she began to shout!
My name rolled off of her lips in a way to ask for mercy as my force became…
Tender and gently not hard at all I kept loving her deeply but with steady soft friction.

The climaxes came oh no I did not keep count I was inside of her in ways,
That feelings of joy came over me and yes I shook like never before as I finished,
My lover was laid out thirsty and parched for revitalization as I stood and watched…
Holding myself together as she feel asleep from the joy of steady penetration.
I held her tight caressed her and each touch made her come much more nearer.
But now I hold her panties in my hand wondering if she felt ashamed?
To be loved by a man whom she gave up that sweet surrender in ways of losing control…

To a man that knows how to make love and how to have her in a lover’s hold…