Contributor: Stacy Maddox
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Remembering the first time
We made love on the carpeted floor
Always makes me smile
And still remains a favorite
It wasn't just sex with her
But a slow, sensual seduction
After long days and hot nights
Waiting for just the right moment
She was the experienced one
Temptation lured me in
Enticed, anticipating passion
I watched her with hooded eyes
Finally needing to feel
The woman to woman kiss
Shy, tender, exciting, raw
I couldn't wait for more
To touch her slickness, to know
What she already knew
Silky, soft parting of skin
A tongue on my hungry breast
She was between my thighs
Lingering, probing, licking, moaning
Seeking out secret places
I didn't imagine existed
Crying out, wanting no end
I could smell her scent
Tangy, sweaty, sweet
As she brought me higher
I had to taste her
There, between smooth, open lips
She was ready for me
Arching her back, already moist
Swollen, touchable, inviting
Spread eagle before me
Her hands wrapped in my hair
Eyes closed, head thrown back
She thrust to my rhythm
Vulnerable, willing, encouraging
Needing to accept my fingers
Inside her tight, wet sheath
We came in unison, revealing bliss
My body and mouth busy
Releasing those forbidden pleasures
No soon to be forgotten.
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Stacy Maddox lives, dreams and writes in the fast-paced city of Lawrence, KS. Stacy has been published in Shades Of Expression by Gerl Publishing, The Medulla Project, Daily Love,The Entroper, Emerge Literary Journal, Three Line Poetry, The Fat City Review and Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review. She has been passionate about poetry, photography, music, quotes and stories for over 30 years.
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Remembering the first time
We made love on the carpeted floor
Always makes me smile
And still remains a favorite
It wasn't just sex with her
But a slow, sensual seduction
After long days and hot nights
Waiting for just the right moment
She was the experienced one
Temptation lured me in
Enticed, anticipating passion
I watched her with hooded eyes
Finally needing to feel
The woman to woman kiss
Shy, tender, exciting, raw
I couldn't wait for more
To touch her slickness, to know
What she already knew
Silky, soft parting of skin
A tongue on my hungry breast
She was between my thighs
Lingering, probing, licking, moaning
Seeking out secret places
I didn't imagine existed
Crying out, wanting no end
I could smell her scent
Tangy, sweaty, sweet
As she brought me higher
I had to taste her
There, between smooth, open lips
She was ready for me
Arching her back, already moist
Swollen, touchable, inviting
Spread eagle before me
Her hands wrapped in my hair
Eyes closed, head thrown back
She thrust to my rhythm
Vulnerable, willing, encouraging
Needing to accept my fingers
Inside her tight, wet sheath
We came in unison, revealing bliss
My body and mouth busy
Releasing those forbidden pleasures
No soon to be forgotten.
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Stacy Maddox lives, dreams and writes in the fast-paced city of Lawrence, KS. Stacy has been published in Shades Of Expression by Gerl Publishing, The Medulla Project, Daily Love,The Entroper, Emerge Literary Journal, Three Line Poetry, The Fat City Review and Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review. She has been passionate about poetry, photography, music, quotes and stories for over 30 years.
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