A Poem

Ayla ny · Jul 30, 2003

wrapping around me
with strength
and with power

at the touch of soft lips
it begins
to devour

wandering every inch of my skin
searching
and knowing
there must be a way in

panicked heartbeat
afraid to breathe
the end of life
is the beginning of need

softly caressing
light touch
warming tingle

wandering fingers
make fear
and need mingle

soaking me
drenching me
soothing my fears

whispered intentions
smiles
and tears

opening up
letting it in
no longer afraid
let love begin

AffectionateDan · Jul 30, 2003

Ladies & Gentlemen, she's done it again...

Great stuff, Ayla... you never fail to hit the mark. Another bulls-eye! :woot:

sole seeker · Jul 31, 2003

Very moving. I feel like I just got a glimpse into a very beautiful soul.

Ayla ny · Aug 2, 2003

thank you so much. what a nice thing to say! I seem to be on a little bit of mushy streak.

Dave2112 · Aug 2, 2003

Mushy, no. Brilliant, Yes! Your words never cease to move me. Thanks.

JPie1 · Aug 2, 2003

great poem Ayla!

Druidici · Aug 5, 2003

One Back for Ayla :O)

"Tit for tat",she saucily spat
Ever knowing what she's thinking
My hands tied above I wait for my love
As she saunders closer,winking

Feather in hand, she stalks her plan
Figure eights about her mind
When and where without a care
She takes the feathers in her hand

All the while like a little child
Grinning ear to ear
Strokes my sides first light then mild
My own laughter is all I hear

Her strokes hypnotic yet erotic
Her fingers scramble bout my feet
Her soothing lips at my toe's tips
Makes howl in laughter and in heat

Her graceful tingle where my manhood mingles
Has me swelling for her with pride
Her dilligent task,of making me laugh
Has me bursting love for her inside

Through my maniacal haze,I shed my gaze
Upon your loving angelic face
Would I wish,for nothing but this
When it's your turn to take my place

JPie1 · Aug 5, 2003

Druidici,

nice poem yourself. We have quite the bunch of talented writers here.

Ayla ny · Aug 5, 2003

back at ya

wrapped up like a gift
this man of mine
soon I will feast
on laughter and whine (

)

- my every movement making him quiver -

holding his breath
trying to brace
for the loving torment
he is about to face

- a feather soft touch frees a beautiful shiver -

why so nervous
my sweet silly man
you had to have known
this was always the plan

- slow teasing circles... appraising my prey -

I see you, handsome
trying to cover
and protect those spots
from your hungry lover

- uh uh... I don’t think so... I’m ready to play - (

)

AffectionateDan · Aug 6, 2003

Oh cool!

How freakin' cool is that! It's like a poem within a poem! Neat! Where'd ya come up with that idea? Is that a style I've never learned before, or your own creation?

Ayla ny · Aug 6, 2003

just writing freehand.

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