A Night With Zorro/ In Poetic Form

A NIGHT WITH ZORRO Part 1

she waited….years for him

he was her sexual fantasy

her fetish

for just a glimpse of his dark eyes

through the slits of the mask that hid

the strong planes of his bronze face

just to inhale his male scent so near

she could reach out and touch him

in imagination she melted

to the sound of his spanish accent

spoken in a sensual deep voice

she was not a woman to surrender easily

but he was not a man to accept “no“

she knew only zorro could command her

could bend her soul and body to his will

she wanted him beyond all reason

the thought of him left her hot and wet

and writhing in her bed for his touch

she longed to have him

touch her intimately

kiss her totally breathless

and love her senseless in the night

to curl her toes with pleasure

bring her lusty screams as she came

to the driving rhythm of his latin beat

she lusted in thoughts, surrendered in dreams

to his hands, that stripped her down to skin

his lips that scorched each inch of her curves

his sword buried to the hilt in her sheath

one night she woke from a deep sleep

to see him standing over her bed

masked tall figure in black, silver handled sword

and a sardonic smile beneath his mustache

his dark bedroom eyes held her imprisoned

in the bastion of his inescapable sensuality

she felt her nipples harden in anticipation

of his kisses, licks and bites

her secret flower bloomed and ached

for his teasing tongue as her river of passion

slowly began to overflow its fleshly banks

“Beautiful One, be careful for what you wish

I am here to ravish you all night

to fulfill all your erotic fantasies”

he whispered as he leaned down over her

and tenderly kissed her trembling hand

the brush of his lips took her places

she had always wanted to visit

and she almost fainted from the heat

of imagining their final destination

“mmmmm yes Querida, ALL your fantasies”

he whispered as he turned her hand up

and licked the palm in lazy circles

“you, sexy woman, will have

more than just a dream tonight”

A NIGHT WITH ZORRO Part 2

as she watched in stunned disbelief

that he was finally here, in the flesh

standing over her, ready to fulfill

all her secret forbidden desires

to actualize the many dreams of him....

of them, together in her midnight fantasies

of the touches and kisses she craved

hard muscles strained to escape his shirt

and she felt dwarfed by his height

intimidated and aroused by his power

trying not to let him notice the path of her eyes

she watched in delight the rising bulge

beneath his tight black pants

as he leaned closer and inhaled her perfume

swiftly he moved back, unsheathed his sharp sword

and in fire carved a large Z on her headboard

“what is your answer, Lovely Lady

will you surrender to my amor caliente

or will you force me to tie you securely

with this black strap and carry you

away to my distant villa where i shall

chain you to my huge bed and

ravish you day and night for a month?

or perhaps you will come willingly”

“good gosh almighty, you’re gonna kill me”

she moaned in her lazy southern belle drawl

‘i'm all yours you sexy masked wonder”

his sword still drawn, he placed the tip

at the neckline of her long flowing nightgown

and with one well aimed, decisive movement

slashed it apart from neck to hemline

she was a very naughty lady

who, as is always appropriate in erotic poetry,

wore nothing beneath her gown

the cool evening breeze from the open window

and the stare of his dark devouring eyes

aroused her hard nipples to ache with desire

his eyes drank in her naked beauty

from her neck downward pausing appreciatively

to caress her swelling breasts

and the dark silken curls in her love valley

she felt her skin tingle and flush pink

under his adoring, disturbing gaze

her breath became fast and labored

as he slowly peeled off his black leather gloves

and his bare bronze hands

reached gently around her shoulders

pulling her upright in the bed

his lips sought out her smooth neck

in kisses that burned her tingling skin

with a fire of passion that caused her to

to moan out “Grrrr, purr, have mercy,

kiss me Zorro before you evaporate me,”

'oh but you like to burn slowly, Querida,

to prolong the sweet agony of desire,

to writhe and sweat and beg' he whispered

in his deep voiced spanish accent that melted her

until all she could do was pant and think about

the velvet passion of Elvis singing

A NIGHT WITH ZORRO (PART 3)

her curveous body was a writhing, trembling mass

of hot, demanding sexual desire as he continued

to verbally arouse and tease her

'mmm you are a sexual lioness Querida

your lips are like ripe fruit made to be savored

your neck would be delicious to taste

your breasts are whispering my name

their candied tips begging to be sucked

and sucked they will be, long and well

as will each place on your body

that aches to be tasted and pleasured

you would be a meal fit for a god

with wine sweet enough to make

the lips of a dead man speak

my tongue will take you, all of you

before i sheath my sword deep inside you'

his words burned into her ears and brain

and his dark eyes devoured her from head to foot

with desire so molten she felt as if she would

evaporate into a cloud of steam under his gaze

never before had she burned for any man

as she did for the tall masked outlaw

she ached for his kisses, his touches of fire

the wet petals of her woman orchid fully bloomed

and she felt her bare silken thighs, creamy soft

open instinctively in anticipation of his caresses

his mouth lifted at the corners in a sardonic grin

as he watched her writhe and her body arch

off the bed, her full luscious breasts and hard nipples

pushing toward the sky where this giant of a man

hovered over her so near she could feel his body heat

her hips lifted upward as her thighs opened more widely

with a need that was now consuming her completely

“is there something you want, Beautiful One?”

he asked with an infuriating laugh in his deep voice

“Gosh Almighty, Zorro” she replied in irritation

“if you aint got no idea what I want yet

then you better go back to sex education class

or come on over here within reach and you’ll find out”

she knew he was as aroused as she

for his pants bulged in front and beads of sweat

rolled down his forehead and between the

opening in his black silk shirt that revealed to her

the muscles of his chest and a thatch of dark hair

her fingers itched to entangle themselves there

but she held back and waited for him to touch her

intuitively she realized, he wanted to control her,

devour her make her beg for his touch?

she was independent and had never begged any man

was he man enough to take her to a new level

of desire? man enough to cause her need

to overrule her reason, determination and pride?

“i assure you Little One,” he replied with a smirk

i do not need any more sex education, in fact

perhaps if you are willing and compliant tonight

i could teach you some of the finer nuances of passion

and if you are not yet willing perhaps you soon will be”

once again he leaned down close to her and without warning

he produced a black cord which he used to tie her wrists

to the headboard and her ankles to the footboard

he was fast, from much practice and she had no time

to object before he had her secured spread eagle

and at the complete mercy of his every sexual whim

she started to struggle but then thought better of it

since she was open to a new explosive adventure

with the man who had long been her sexual fantasy

she would find her opportunity to make him beg but

for now she lay still waited and watched like a hungry shewolf

as he pulled off his broad brimmed hat and silk shirt

and threw them carelessly to the other side of the room

on top of his discarded silver sword

then he bent down over her, closer, closer, until……

TO BE CONTINUED?

© 4/4/2006 Don Juan El Amante

A NIGHT WITH ZORRO PART 4

slowly, slowly Zorro bent down toward her

where her sweaty body lay spread atop the sheets

like a festive feast of delectable feminine delicacies

fruits of passion to titillate his enormous appetite

closer, closer he moved until the bare skin

of his tan, muscled chest and its wiry dark hair

lightly grazed against her heaving, swollen breasts

she moaned out her rising pleasure as again

and again he gently, lightly moved his chest

over her breasts until their sweet chocolate nipples

hardened to perfection with the need for his mouth

her white skin grew hot and pink with a sex flush

and she thought about all the times Zorro had

ravished her in dreams, how he had his way with her

in ways no man ever had in real scenes of lovemaking

every cell or her body was alive, each nerve ending

craving the practiced touch of his hands and lips

her thighs pulled wide apart by the tension of

the cords he had tied her ankles to the footboard with

rippled with tremors of erotic need. nectar oozed

from the succulent fuzzy peach between them

as at last his lips found first her neck and shoulders

and then her ear lobes before pushing apart her lips

with his tongue as it caressed hers lightly, then insistently

in a kiss so deep her breath was lost to passion

and she was so hot it felt as if she would burst into flames

his hands were everywhere on her body she needed them

and some places she had not known could be so

erotically stimulated by the searing touch of a man

his lips and tongue claimed each inch of her porcelain skin

up and down her arms, over her belly stopping

only long enough to lick the sensitive goblet in the center

they licked and kissed, nipped as his hands held and

massaged her full breasts and after lightly stroking

rock hard nipples, he sucked them deep into his mouth

his tongue played lightly, perfectly over first one

then the other then up and down her calves and thighs,

leaving trails of wet fire, deftly his soft, full mustache

tickled her in places she didn’t know were ticklish

her girlish giggles and womanly moans floated out

over the candlelit night like a classical sonata of love

and when his probing tongue barely touched

the swollen guardian of heaven’s gate, hiding in

the edge of her lush dark forest of venus, she thrashed

back and forth in the bed and struggled to free her hands

from the cords that held them securely to the headboard

she desperately needed to touch him now

to entangle her hands in his long dark hair

and push his head down into her wet pulsing heat

he sensed her desperation and with gentle hands

he loosened and removed the cords binding

her hands before once again moving downward

into the sweet heaven of her blissful scent and taste

his fingers pulled apart the dew covered petals

of her feminine flower as he whispered to her

of her beauty, her maddening scent and taste

she moaned out his name and begged him for more

of his lips, his tongue, his breath like a hot breeze

caressed her more intimately than any man

ever pleasured her before, her heart pounded

with pure erotic pressure as she thrashed

back and forth up and down on the bed

with his head held tightly between her thighs

and her fingers entangled in his long hair,

she moaned, “oh YES, YES, take me Zorro,

take me now, and so then……

to be continued?

4/27/2006 Don Juan El Amante