This is a free form poem of the sensual loving relationship between a husband and wife. |
Once in a Lifetime! By G.Elizabeth Her fingertips outlined his facial profile gently caressing his lips. She loved him. He began to smile as she moved her fingers over his chin and down his throat. She rolled over on her side and slid her hand over his chest. His dark hair was curly and she played with it around his nipples. He groaned as she rolled and tugged on them playfully. She loved teasing him, making him catch his breath as she was stroking his tender spots all over his body, making him more excited and watching every muscle strain as he let her touch and kiss him. No place was sacred from her torture and she smiled and knew he was enjoying every minute of it. She brushed honey dust on the most sensitive areas of his body… His nipples, his lower stomach, those tender spots between his hips, and then she would go to his inner thighs and watch his eyes roll back in his head. Now, she would use a feather to tease his genitals. She watched the intense pulsation that grew beneath her teasing tongue and lips. She would bring him to the edge and then smile at him, enjoying the ripple of ectasy of her husband’s muscles. He knew she would start licking the honey dust ever so seductively from his body. But, then it was his turn to bring her to ecstasy and they both did that so well, emitting moans, grunts from deep in their throats and low screams to let the other know that they had found that delicious mark that catapulted them both into oblivion for what seemed like eternity. She sat up and slowly and deliberately and kissed him so tenderly, licking her lips and pressing them to his - beginning with tender pressure and making time slow to a crawl. Their lips parted, their tongues exploring their mouths so intently and passionately, the spark of love and the sexual heat began to build all over, again. His hands caressed her face and soon worked their way down her neck as she lifted her chin so that he could kiss her in those curves and crevices and down to her breasts. He smiled and he began to dust the honey dust with an ostrich feather on her throat. He could see her throat pulsing as her blood begin to race, knowing what delicious ecstasy was approaching, He smiled and kissed her lips gently as he began to send her body into tremors of love that showed her how much it could spiral out of control. He started very slowly and gently as he put his lips down on the thin silk shirt that she was wearing and blew hot humid air on the nipples that he could see through her shirt... Her nipples stood at attention and made him smile as he slowly untied the ribbons on her shirt so that he could envelope her nipples with his mouth and play with them with his tongue. He played and began to suckle on them ... holding each breast as he found the most sensitive one and the one that made his wife leave nail marks on his arms and his back… He could make her body pulsate with energy. Her soft moans made his body react so vibrantly. He slipped the soft shirt from her body, something he always took his time with and teased her with it as he did. He kissed every curve that the shirt uncovered until … it was suddenly on the floor. He was always excited when he was with his wife, she brought the heat in his body to boiling. She had never felt like this with anyone before and never would. He was the man that had held her heart from the day she first met him. His voice was so tender and sexy and could give her shivers when he whispered in her ear telling her how he felt about her. He was everything that she ever dreamed of in a man and more. She was the wife he'd always wanted. Someone filled with love, loyalty and passion in everything she did. She was a wife, lover, mother, best friend and everything he wanted. They were perfect together in every way. They made love together so sensually and heatedly that they would be steamy and as they slid across each other making their climaxes more explosive and unending. They didn't have sex, they made love and would 'til their dying day. They would always show each other that sensual love and that intense passion that every couple wished they could have but few had. They loved, caressed, touched and imagined every wonderful feeling that they could. Their lovemaking was filled with kisses, snuggling, licking, heat and it was real. His body was so strong and he could manipulate his wife's passion and body to his with gentleness and ease. Later, as they lay in each others arms and kissing ... the warmth and love these two felt was always there, whether they were together or apart. The kind of love that made it that special love, intense, forever and passionate. Theirs was a once in a lifetime relationship and love. I love you, my husband, my sweetheart. |