And maybe it will be gentle like how snow falls on cedars. Maybe your touch will be so soft that my thoughts will fly to incoherence. Maybe you will caress me with such care that the world around us will crumble away and all that remains will be your touch. Maybe you will brush my hair from my eyes and stroke my face with the grace of a feather dancing on a breeze. And perhaps I will feel weightless as your fingers trail over my neck in a careful ballet. I might just float away while your hands trace the lines of my curving body.
Perhaps it will be sweet when your lips meet mine through bated breath. My lips might tingle as your honey-flavored tongue lightly parts them and beckons my jaw to slacken. Maybe I will be surprised by the power of your kiss yet quickly silenced by its amazing warmth. I could melt away as your mouth drifts down to nibble my neck. And perhaps, your only intent will be to relax me with your sugary tongue; you might not know that you will be lighting a fire within me.
Perhaps, you will sense this new warmth and smile at my awakening desire. It will become a beautiful game to see how quickly you can turn this soothing encounter into a tenderly rousing adventure. You may hear my breath catch as you bend to begin a long trail of butterfly kisses from my throat to my navel. Maybe the world will turn pastel when you retrace your trail with a soft slide of your tongue. Melodies playing in the distance saturate the air as your hands move to lovingly seize my breasts and your mouth so stealthily claims a rosy bud. I may writhe and squirm beneath you, my moans fading into the harmonies my mind has created to fill the space of the room.
And it might be suspenseful as your hand begins to caress my side and moves deftly toward my center. Like a symphony of high-pitched yet balanced violins, my world might contract to a single expectant thought. Like a bowstring tightening into chords of elusive yet euphoric sounds, my existence could depend on the movement of your wonderful fingers. And suddenly I might inhale sharply; your name on my lips as your fingers deftly graze my dew covered rose. Perhaps my hand will weave itself into your hair as your perfect mouth reclaims my own and your searching fingers part the moist petals.
And maybe, I could think those three words before my mind clouds. You might moan softly as you begin to slide a timid finger into my moist depths. The sky might fall and the stars might as well for all that I could tell: my life, my soul, and my being will be yours. I might curl closer to you unconciously as your rhythmic stroking draws me toward that ecstasy never experienced. I might shiver as your thumb skims the pulse of my flower. Maybe the melodious singing will focus to dissonance. Perhaps a mounting need will threaten to overflow my senses. Maybe the string will be ready to snap.
And just maybe I will cry out your name as my world goes paisley and confetti of unspoken words falls freely in my universe.
Perhaps you will want to hold me. Maybe your arms will possess me with a strength born of compassion. Maybe I will feel like a child in a calming quilt. Maybe you will kiss me so softly that I will wonder if my knight has finally brushed my lips with his. Maybe we were made for each other.
And perhaps, it'll be perfect, just like that.
Author notes
option 1... the one called "maybe we were made for each other".. hopefully, I followed instructions correctly. ...if it's too much, just let me know. wasnt sure if this was ok or not. thanks.
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Brilliant. Described perfectly. I especially love the line "Maybe the melodious singing will focus to dissonance". It's just fantastic.
However, adjust a few of those flower/rose allusions, and maybe drop some of the "...". I'm only suggesting though.
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A little too sweet!
Hi, HB,
I kept thinking...(after the first paragraph) "and maybe he won't!") Yes, I think it is a little too much! However you DO have some nice touches ("maybe the world will turn pastel"..."confetti of unspoken words") although I would finesse some cliche expressions...such as "bated breath" "butterfly kisses" "brushed my lips"...and there were too many Rose allusions...too much "moist" and too much "tongue." But here is one great suggestion, I feel: If you must go with this flowery, lachrimose and syrupy thing, CHANGE the third person to second person. In other words, substitute YOU for HE. You will have the reader instead of chasing him away. (Guys don't want to witness other guys making love...THEY want to be doing it!
(lol) Good luck, HB.
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changed you to he.
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Beautiful!
Beautiful! Just beautiful! Not too graphic but really sets the imagination on fire. We need to see more of this kind or erotica. It really curled my toes! -
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thank you *blushes* i was just writing what i felt...
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fabulous
This is one fo the most beautiful things I have ever read. So soft and sensual. It kind of begs a soft Irish accent to read it. I was sooooooo glad that I clicked here, you are a very talanted poet.
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very intresting..nice write up!
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thank you all for the comments!
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Very well written.... well done !!
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And just maybe I will cry out his name as my world goes paisley and confetti of unspoken words falls freely in my universe...... interesting.......I like this alot..
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this piece is really good keep it up
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Maybe he will brush my hair from my eyes and stroke my face with the grace of a feather dancing on a breeze. And maybe I will feel weightless as his fingers trail over my neck in a careful ballet.
i have a thing about touching faces and you described why so very perfectly. thank you. i needed to be reminded what it was like.
viyanna r langager
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.....i have.. most of my stories are inspired based or fantasies.. and thank you.
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absolutely perfect
just maybe this is the best description of a most sensual moment that i have ever read. perfection.
i don't know what to say on this really. when one dreams of such a moment and puts its perfectly in words and beauty i can only hope that you find this.
your word choice is superb and erotic and definitely leaves one to wonder if they really know what love making is all about...to feel the subtle movements, to listen to a women's heated breath, to play her body as a finely tuned instrument and to get her body to release those perfect sounds of ecstasy...
perfect.
bookmarked to enjoy over n over again.
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