Your fingers tickle my belly…Trail up to my neck…I giggle…You laugh…Your eyes meet mine…We stare for a minute…We laugh…You focus intensely on my face…Lean in and kiss my lips…I zestfully reciprocate…You pull back…Pleased at my reaction…You ask me…Do you love me…I smile…I shake my head…Your eyes get dim…Your smile fades…I say…Let me declare my love for you…I love your smile…The way the corners curve to the side…I love your mind…The way you challenge everything…The thirst you have to know…I love the way you make me laugh…Just by staring at me…I love the way…You caress me with care…As if I’d shatter if touched too rough…I love the way you…Make love to my soul and mind…Not just my body…I feel a connection beyond this realm…When I’m in your arms…I love the emotions that emanate…Just from your embrace…I love the way you say my name…It rolls off of your tongue…I love the way you kiss me…As if I’m the air you need…I could go on forever…But forever is not enough time…You ask me do I love you…I say yes and so much more…Adoration, fondness, tenderness, affection, devotion, passion, ardor, yearning, lust, mad for…These words are only icing on my cake…For the way I feel about you…Your eyes illuminate the sun…Your smile grows bigger than the moon…You take hold of my shoulders…You look intently in my eyes…Your gaze scorches my soul…A fire ignites in my body…You place your mouth onto mine…I disintegrate in your grasp…You run your fingers through my hair…I howl…You have my blood boiling…Just from your smooch…You pull away…I say what…You say…I just want to observe and admire you…I love the way your thighs curve…The round firmness of your butt…Your legs are symmetrically perfect…Your breast are sublime…Your lips are lush and exquisite…Your face is celestial…All in all…You are yummy…I say… No not true…I am okay…Your expression turns to outrage…I say baby I’m sorry…I just don’t think so…You say…If you could understand…How much I love you…Then you would understand…The eyes of love sees things that the mortal eyes can’t conceive…In other words…I can’t express my love for you with mere words…But only if you could see through my eyes of love than you could know
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Watching Me Dance
I stride over to the dance floor
Waving my hands in the air
Slow and steady my body rocks
Then I notice your stare
You are watching me groove along
The dance floor hips rolling
Slowly caressing my body up and down
Every sensuous move unfolding
We lock eyes as I slow wind
Thrusting slowly back and forth
Gyrating my butt your way
With a burst of force
Rubbing my face batting my eyes
Swaying my hips around and around
I beckon to you with my pinky finger
You come to me without a sound
I place one hand on your shoulder
One leg on your side
I go down slowly and back up
Your hands I do guide
Up then down my thighs curves
Around my butt up my back
Both your hands on my face
Then I retract
I come in close again
Ask you do you like that
Grab your hand and
Give my lumps a pat
Poetical Prince
I’ve lost time staring in your eyes
I don’t know what is so alluring
Magnetically pulling, forcing me
From my life’s quest detouring
Your soul flows through your poetry
I’m digging your lyrical essence
Your words are entombing me
I’m dying to be in your presence
Keep finessing me with your rhymes
Keep compelling me to your being
I fight it but I’m slowly being consumed
By what you’re doing I’m seeing
If your words are able to move me like this
I faint at the thought of being in your arms
Listening to you whisper your words in my ear
Inside of my body raising ferocious storms
Mmm mmm Your words touch my body
They move through my nerves
They send my senses in overdrive
They curl around my curves
I start shaking…holding my chest
I get flushed…fanning my face
I feel this..this volcanic heat through my being
All I want is to be in your embrace
Keep on writing your sensual poetry
Keep on writing your lyrical rhymes
Keep on writing poetical prince
I’ll keep on wanting you through the times
Open You Up
I’ve come to rebirth you
Liven and alert you
Ignite and burn you
Ooo I’m going to turn you
Consume you and subdue you
Backtrack and redo you
Inhale and intake you
Never to forsake you
Breathe love into you
Determinedly pursue you
Greedily I’ll feast on you
Slowly I’ll increase on you
I’ll delve deeper into you
Subtly creep into you
I would open you up, you
Up root and disrupt you
Then replace my piece with you
My love will never cease with you
I would open…you…up
I…would…open…you…up
My Favorite Things
Your warm breath
On my neck
Your strong hands
Everywhere…Check
Your sexy lips
On my ears
Your big fingers
Wiping my tears
Your hot body
Next to mine
Your fingers trailing
Down my spine
Your slow stroke
While making love
Your eyes staring
At me from above
Your sweet words
Entering my cranium
Your intense stare
As I enter the room
The way you reach
To embrace me
The way your love
Soothe and encase me
There isn’t much I favor
My carnal king is you
What I’m trying to say is
My favorite thing is you
Curiosity
When I think of you I shudder…
My mind goes blank I mutter…
When I see your face I shiver…
My insides break into slivers…
Your arms my body awaited…
Your lips my mouth tasted…
When sleep overtook my eyes…
You were there to my surprise…
I’ve felt your warmth a thousand times…
I’ve whispered in your ears loves rhymes…
Your hands have held my thighs tightly…
I’ve fell asleep in your embrace lightly…
I’ve taken you to the peak of pleasure…
Given you love without measure…
I’ve tantalized and revitalized your senses…
A flood of burning passion dispenses…
I’ve built you and broken you…
I’ve consistently awoken you…
I sit here in total despair…
This curiosity I can hardly bare…
I sit here naked and shaking…
For you my body is aching
Tempted
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Kiss your lips
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Sway my hips
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Caress your chest
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Get undressed
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Drive you wild
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Sexually free style
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Suck your earlobes
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Undo our robes
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Give into you
I’m tempted…
Tempted to…
Let you do
Whatever…you want to
Make you scream…it’s true
My name…over…and over too
Until your face is…blue
Until I hear you coo
Until the morning dew
Until your body’s blew
Oooo…boy…I’m tempted…
Tempted…by…you
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I am 29. I started writing when I was 14 1/2. Ever since I have been honing my skills in my own unique way. I am free spirited and quirky. I don’t like doing the same thing as everyone else. You’ll be able to tell from my unique style of my book I chose. I don’t believe you have to be like everyone else to be good. Uniqueness always stands out. My book is like the elephant in the room. I like to make people laugh and I love to laugh. I love to touch people through words. My Unique Approach To Poetry and Short StoriesAuthored by Ms April Mitchell I have been writing for 5 years and have come into my own. I don’t want to be what you would call the norm. I want to be uniquely me. My book of my collections of poetry and short stories fits my style. Quirky and free spirited. I don’t want to be put in a box i want to think outside of the box. My book is filled with many many stories of love, romance, humor, erotica, horror, drama, .supernatural, ghost stories, inspirational, love lost, love gained, and much much more. These unique poems and stories are sure to stir up some emotions and thoughts that will make you think yeah forget the box.Poetry has always been a big part of my life. I love to make people laugh, but I love to touch people through my words as well. If I write something, and it touches no one. What is the point of writing it? From stories of abuse to stories of haunting to poems of ocean deep love. There is something in here for everyone. The erotica poems and stories are sure to touch you in more ways than one. People also have to understand that a writer’s work is just that. My poems don’t define me they are just my thoughts and emotions and talent balled up into a big poetic portrait for your entertainment.
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