August 29, 2009, Author: pashun, 6 Comments

Fusion

Categories: Poetry
Tags:: homecoming, love, love poetry, togetherness

I thought of you often
and sometimes
I felt your fingers in my mouth

Remember the late night calls
me crying and wishing
that you were home

You sang me to sleep and I tried to be strong

Finally the moment I had been waiting for

My nipples caressing yours

I am guiding you inside of me

Taking you to that special place

That brings me the most

I can no longer control myself

Five

years

6 months

and

seven hours

have gone by and

now here you

are in front of me

naked, erect and firm

Our bodies moving to the rhythm of a slow jam while the needle sticks to every groove of the record.

Your lips
soft
wet
and moist
our tongues meeting in the middle

The strength of your back as I hold you tightly

I meet every one of your thrusts

Filling me with your nectar

waiting for me to burst

to erupt, explode

My screams bring you

to climax

I am breathless

because

the union

we prayed for

has been blessed.

John

Wow! Wow! That was extremely Hot!

Thanks for sharing it.
Henry

Looking at the video was nice but reading your entry was much better!
http://craigjl80.wordpress.com/ Jeraud Craig

Loved the setting of this piece. Very erotic, wet, and descriptive. Thanks for posting this. Definitely created a thought or two for inspiration.

“I meet every one of your thrusts

Filling me with your nectar

waiting for me to burst

to erupt, explode

My screams bring you

to climax

I am breathless”

…my favorite part of the poem. Holds the most life to me.
http://pillowtalkpress.wordpress.com Fantasia Lillith

Loved this too …. you are on a roll woman!
That is a long time to wait … wow.
yet – what a build up … talk about foreplay!
pashun

Thank you Jeraud,

I have read your work too and have been inspired many times.

Poetry as a form of expression is still very new to me, so it always encouraging to receive lovely comments – most appreciated:)
pashun

Thanks Fantasia,

I have something to share, I watched the Chico Debarge vid on Youtube before I wrote the poem.

Then I set myself a challenge to recreate what I thought was going on.

I based it on my experiences on knowing what it is like to wait for love…

Black, Kinky and Proud