“…He gives her all she craves~and she still wants more…” Breathless Together – Poems Exposed (Warning: Adults Only – Sexual Content)

August 30, 2014 by Clarissa O. Clemens 3 Comments

→(Warning: 18 and Older Only Please – Sexual Content, No Profanity)←

Breathless Together
Fingers flying
Fluttering about
Prying and probing
Leaving no doubt
Juices start to flow
Senses rise to the top
Teasing and prolonging
He’s not going to let her pop
Keeping her quivering on the edge
She grips the slippery sheets of the bed
She inches towards the perilous ledge
On the verge of explosion and totally spread
The longer he makes her want and wait
The stronger she imagines and contemplates
Will he keep her there forever?
Or plunge deeper inside
Will he unlock her lever?
And allow her to take the ride
Whimpering and pleading
She can’t take anymore
He understands her need
As he unlocks her door
She starts to feel the waves
Ripple through her core
He gives her all she craves
And she still wants more
At the height of her moment
His lips lock on hers
Breathless together
The world becomes a blur

©Clarissa O. Clemens – 2013

(From The Poetic Art of Seduction – Vol. 2 and The Erotic Poetry Collection)

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There is probably nothing in the world more satisfying in a relationship than having a person who loves you and strives to find everything they can do to please you. This includes the sensual world. I am very fortunate to have that person in my life. He is my muse, playmate, and life partner.

Breathless Together is one of a handful of poems that I started composing either during or right after a sexual interlude. I don’t know if this is a good thing or not. I should be completely absorbed by all the physical stimulation that is overtaking me or has just occurred. If anything, I am so overwhelmed by the tactile stimulation that it forces me into a creative state.

I guess one of the hazards of being a writer is that inspiration and the flood of words that follows can happen anytime. Being able to capture the lines before they fade away is the tricky part if you don’t have your writing utensils within reach. Once I caught my breath, I felt the urgent need to capture the feelings I had just had with a poem. I let the lines of poetry mull over in my mind memorizing them so that when I got my sense of balance back I was able to type them out for this poem to become real.

The world definitely became a blur.