Burning the Nail
by C.Q. Rowan
Truly the most amazingly beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Standing before me now, elegant…magnificent,
Hinting toward coyness, an evening not long forgotten,
and now I see that she was right all along.
Stunning perfect, she looked magical,
wearing nothing… next to nothing,
she did not boast.
Modesty and beauty in an angelic creature,
I cannot think straight in her presence,
She controls every fiber of my being.
Her haunting white skin glowing moonlight,
Falls through open doors at the end of the room,
Long sheer curtain float around her like gossamer webs,
Keeping the room in ethereal trances.
“I’ve never done this before.” she claimed,
Neither have I…
The lie settles on the breeze
and is taken where it may,
Hoping she would not challenge it.
Anticipation… need, partners in the same dance,
All waiting with breath held,
To fully realize the ecstasy in this need,
Only a touch away from salvation for us.
I reach, she does not flinch away from my touch,
“I’ve dreamed of you”,
“But, I am not a dream…” reaching,
“You are everything I have dreamed of.”
The moment has come for each of us,
To put aside all the timidness,
To be one with the other,
To touch a piece of heaven on earth.
Her skin, cold and then hot; together,
Warming to both my touch and my need,
She reached down and took hold of me,
Seeing I was willing to give it all to her.
We tangle for hours in the gossamer paradise,
Teaching each other, tasting each other,
The eagerness settles in and turns to pure lust,
Giving way to desire previously unfelt.
She gives to me like no other could,
And I give back to her with all I have,
Enveloped by her mouth and hands,
I live and die by feeble strands.
Licking and biting are gifts I give,
Until her need is quenched,
She moans a name that is not mine,
But, I long to live up to for eternity.
Desire, lust, passion, all we think about or want,
And, that wanting will never be fulfilled,
but we endeavor to try,
Reaching for each other again this night
without seeing the end in sight.
I write about sex, passion and love…tantalizing thoughts and impulses. We all dream in deep, wet, heated colors and sounds full of fire and lust. I choose to share mine.