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Savoring The Moment

Poetry By: Michael68

a romantic poem about prolonging the ultimate moment of passion and savoring each second.

Submitted:Sep 29, 2008    Reads: 181    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Lying here so still on this bed,

silence of the room surrounds me.

Then she enters the room,

the light through the doorway pierces the shadows

as she moves closer to me.

She wears her robe loosely,

showing a brief glimpse of her soft, sultry flesh.

Not speaking a word,

yet the expression on her face says it all.

She sheds her robe

like bud of a flower now ready to bloom,

as she climbs onto the bed.

The rain outside the window

taps lightly on the glass,

and at that moment the world melts away.

Leaving only us within this room,

in our own private paradise.

My hand gently touches the side of her face,

her eyes sparkle with such love

as she looks at me.

Words no longer can describe

the feelings that flow through my heart for her.

I long for her kiss,

for her love,

so eager to love her with all my being

yet wait for her to say that she is ready.

Each movement we make is slow,

savoring every second, every sensation we bring.

Waiting for the moment

we both know we want to come,

prolonging it for as long as we can.

For now he have all the time in the world,

and nothing from the world outside exists.


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