Southern nights

[Sweetwood]

I wrote this after a tequila filled night in Mexico

Southern Night

Moisture laden air rolls lazy in the wind
Whips salty sea to sensuous foam
Within the starfilled southern night

Our heated bodies pressed in undulations
Inside the sway of Latin rhythms
The boiling blood transformed
To deep and hungry swells of passion
From lazy oily sips of the tequilla

Your body bends just like a reed
Made pliable by rising lust for life
Unbearable the hunger for my touch

Your head falls back you bare your throat
With husky laughter rising up
Your upper body swinging in my loving arms
With every circle you describe – your sex
Caressed my thigh and dampness permeates

And then when hunger and our heat
Will neither be denied nor stretched
We walk towards the water's edge

The garments fall and in the moaning pleasure
Warm waters rolling in the surf across
Our bodies lying side by side
We cool the heat, the frantic lust
And climax under the caress of our searching mouths

The depth of our love and passion like the ocean
Defies description, lets you estimate at best
The breadth and width and length unmeasurable

Have at it folks. Thanks

Sweetwood

 

[dark stranger]

works for me wood

enjoyed it as written...nuff said

 

[Star of Penumbra]

Very nice. I like it. Keep up the good work.

 

[Sweetwood]

Thank you for the endorsement

Both star and dark:

Thanks for the short but sweet endorsement of this piece.

Sweetwood