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October 27, 2009, Author: pashun, 2 Comments

Wait

Categories: Poetry
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When I am rushing ahead of myself, you take my hands and place them in yours.

You smile at me, mouthing the words “Be still”.

Before I can answer, you have assembled the oils, the lotions and potions

With the intent

of

massaging away my aches and pains

So I sit with you and wait

I wait

for you to work

your magic

taking me to the zone

where stress cannot follow me

Your fingertips cast a spell

on my inner thighs

lower back

feet

and

breasts

I feel your tongue in my ears

Now that I am calm

centred even

May I return the favour

Shall I kiss the tip

of your nose

Brush my lips against your

erect nipples

Can we meet at point 69

partaking of mutual pleasure

Flesh

being

licked

sucked

and caressed

Now I know

Waiting brings

much

happiness

Pashun Nate 2009

  • http://craigjl80.wordpress.com/ Jeraud Craig

    I loved the part of the lotions and potions being applied to you. I think that line brings about a “this is only the beginning” vibe to the poem. Nicely written my dear. A definite prelude to an erotic and naughty pleasure event. :)

    • pashun

      Thank you Jeraud, I just thought about having a lovely massage, the inspiration for the poem I guess:)

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