Passion Of The Embrace.

NOTE: This is more erotic poetry, but there is no category for that, so clicked taboo as it is stranger sex. Sorry to those I may disappoint.



The was something in the moment,
Something in the heat of the night,
And as he turned to look at her,
He held her as he pulling her tight.
She felt a shiver dance upon her spine,
Feeling his finger, tracing a line,
Around her neck to the back of her ear,
This was a moment, in which the both would share.

He brush her hair from within her eyes,
As he place the other upon her thigh,
She returned his gaze of deep desire,
She wanted him, and he wanted her.
He leaned in close, a breath away,
Her scent exciting him, in a deeper way,
He cupped her face, as he looked into her eyes,
As she placed a hand upon the back of his head.

Closing the gap, they began to kiss,
Punching lips tight together, with the power of a fist,
Arms snaking around, without and within,
As two become one within the passion of the embrace.
And with their tongues entwined, saliva mixed,
She told him what she wanted with the push of her hips,
The night was still, there was no sound.
And slowly he lowered her to the ground.