1. Dialogues


    Date: 10/11/2015, Categories: Erotic Poems, Author: elliotlacey31, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    The lamp touches your face, for a moment I forget everything, the black coal of the night sky, the silence that comes close to caving you in. Even though I may take time to speak, the dialogue I create between us may not always be with words. You'll know I love you in our most quiet still flashes of brief touches, the crushing moments where unanswered aches finally reach out for one another and I'm consumed by all of what constructs your being. The wind grazed your hair, for a moment I'm frozen by the window, by the scent of your skin and the glass of wine in your hand, softly carried over for me to inhale. They are like living signals that get close and seep inside. And even though I may take time to get near you, the dialogue you'll shape between us is barely communicated through words. I know you'll love me in our most fevered touches charging through this stillness, the crushing flashes where your eyes electrify, where your legs yield and part, your hand reaching out and pulling me closer to answer our aches as one. And I'm consumed by the smooth pale territories that construct your entire being, the throbs along and inside you, each are a tiny storm of our making. The electricity shooting between and through us, the slick fires that glide and crash together to bring us closer to our eruptions. They are like entities singing and reaching for one another. We may take time to finally speak in the heated cocoons of our bed and blankets, our names will seal together in a kiss during our release. You'll know I love you in the crushing moments as we waited, during our primal joining, and in the stillness after When our dialogue is spoken with our naked sleeping forms holding one another close.
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