Pleasure

In a vision we come together tonight,

all thoughts aside to what we now feel.

Seeking to find what pleasure can be,

making love and lust the same light.

Before me she waits in white to my black,

no shade to run to in her arms I am home.

Opening passion to feeling hands we taste,

kisses of pleasurable fictitious pain we hide.

I can feel her eyes upon my body,

as her fingernails dig into my skin.

No sinful notion left to be know,

entangled by ecstasy kneeling before each other.

Lips all over my chest she devours me,

feeling each ripple of love leaking out.

Laying down before me in such a perfect form,

my knees hit the floor, she opens her thighs.

Her eyes are closed to the dream felt within,

smile on her heart, lust in her imagination.

Silk rests against her subtle breasts,

fantasies in her mind, hand on her hips.

Covered in desire my passion reaches out,

to her lips giving pleasure, my kiss saving light.

Darkness sets in as candles light our way,

exploring more than just these dreams we face.

Fingertips arousing life living love between,

beyond my feelings where reality is the dream.

Holding her down while my tongue tastes her warmth,

softly reminding lust to make way for her stream.

In her hands she takes me to a world never seen,

underneath of the stars moaning pleasure beyond.

Roaming touch of feathers bequeathing need,

for more than this closed eye’s vision of pain.

Pull my hair gently speak into my ear,

feel me give out, taste my kiss inside.

She opens her eyes for a moment seeing me vanishing light,

in her shadows my home, in her flesh my pleasure is fulfilled.







Johnny Newell