Of Desires and Pleasures

Lovemaking is an art - It goes beyond mere ejaculation. Him: I call upon the lover, where art thou?

When two lovers are not ashamed to express their desire for one another and how they seek to pleasure each other, even better.

A dialogue between two lovers set in the 80s such as this piece is a beautifully painted picture for your visualization.

Him: Bid me come to you, for twilight is nigh and the muscles of pleasure are wide awake.

Her: AH! The whispers of chimneys don’t do justice to your soothing voice my dearly beloveth.

The manner of sweet caresses thy voice gives my body, it is pleasurable beyond words.

From whence shalt thou have me meet thee, my king? I hurry to you, for a night, even the will grumble in envy.

Him: I shall come in search of you. Just oil scented lavenders over and around your curvature.

Leave the door slightly aha, passion is beautiful when mortal men creep in like thieves.

Her: Oh my sweetheart, you do not know what pleasure those words stir in me.

Minds, hearts, cannot fathom the raspy breath the thought of you pleasures me with.

I look at you and behold the finest mortal ever created.

Come to me my king, I crave to feast on thee, lick on every muscle.

I have bathed in oils that thou favourest the most.

Alas! If only thou can seek me out, tailing scents. I’d be yours to ravage, your every whim and desire fulfilled.

Come, seek….

Him: Do you remember the first night at Melcany?

Whereupon I suckled on the twin deers that lay wait on your shoulders.

That evening when we made love like two estranged lovers, separated by pride but reconciled by lust.

Spread open your fountains dearest, let me drink from your waters.

Quench my thirst lover, with the fluids of your wet loins.

Her: Alas! Even in the afterlife, I shall not forget, you suckled, drank of my elixir, and my legs quivered in pleasure.

I remember every single moment, from whence you kissed me to when the trees willingly gave up their leaves as beddings for a mating so unique.

I remember that night, even the moon stood in awe.

Come, let’s recreate memories, for so many nights I have longed for thee, for thine touch.

Your desire for me is all I live for.

Come, my king.

Him: I shall eat your soul alongside the apple that heals. I shall tongue sensitive corners like a skilled workman.

You make me swell in ecstasy, this bulge I would gladly serve you on a platter and feed you till you want no more.

Her: Eat – for I am reserved for thine lips alone. Blow me kisses, to a thousand places that drive me wild.

My bosom swell, rise, in anticipation of thy lips on them.

Come, let me taste thee, the sweet savour of thine forehead to thy feet, for thy potent on me is strong. Even in a thousand years, I shall want more of thee.

Come, ride me to pleasurable heights.

Clad, I await thee.

Her: Strip and come thou unto me in nature's clothe wherewith you were born. A drop of olive on one nipple, a dab of cream on the other. Spread thy loins and breathe at ease, for I’d cook you with my tongue and eat you with my lips.

Her: Ha! You’re a god. For thou hath been entangled, through nature’s orchestra to Ambrosia. Immortality beckons on thee my king, eta of me and live.

In haste I hurry to thy embrace from afar, I see thine manhood rise, beckoning on me. In my birth suit, I come to thee, bear, rousing desires in you that makes sin a sweet temptation.

From my bosom, men who were not afraid to dare, have tasted the elixir of life beyond. Eat of me and be forged into gods, for I am Ambrosia.

Him: Come, let’s make humans wank to poetry.

Her: In your arms, I lay, with no limitations.

On your wall I climb, riding to pleasure.