Pen is mightier than the sword

Pen is mightier than the sword
Writing what I think, before I say it!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

MADE HER RAIN........ 12/30 (NPM)

The spot in the middle of the of bed indicated,
that a storm brewed during the course of love making
not quite sure when her wells overflowed
from me braking her dam,
didn't hear her alarms in screams,
but I remember barking dogs responding
like silent whistles blowing.

I remember her arching and twisting
from me clamping, pulling and licking
but her moans remain silent,
her eyes were blocked by her lids
you can see the strain forcing vision to look upwards
intensity brought about the love vein,
that runs down your hair line like lightning to surface
on your skin

though you had no strength before the commencing
the leg locks, biting on the shoulders, nails piercing skin
followed by grunting, easing down to adjust yourself to receiving strokes
was more than convincing,
centainly pleasures brings muscles,
in orgasmic releases,
promoting shivers and numbness,
while your exposures from once tight closures
couldn't be hidden from blinking eyes
and a grand finales,
as the body lays paralyzed in limbed pieces.

catching your breath,
while sweat continues to bead forehead
and hair frizz to humidity of heavy breaths
communication was all but stares at each others eyes 
looking at complete darkness
only acknowledgements was pacing breathing in presence
I feel your extractions on me, around and all over me
I'm laying cold in your puddle and warm from the rewards
I look towards the ceiling,
night dreaming and remembering what?

after I MADE HER RAIN....

By LeRoy Goetzendanner