Innocent Exchange Of An Erotic Confession
by Samuel Blaizes
I'll gently touch your hand,
and you'll give me a look
that could enslave the wildest dream.
I'll raise your lips to be kissed in vain,
and enchant your mouth
with the caress of an eager tongue.
And if you're angered,
I no farther meant than to please you,
release you,
and receive your innocence.
On your electric breasts
I'll lay my hands and create light impressions
to match and twin the marks of submission
which earlier you left on my back.
And your breasts, with a kind warm glow,
they swell and talk with hardened tips.
They stir, and desire to dance under my lips.
accompanied by the rhythms of heartbeats
and the melancholy moans
played by instruments of enticement.
And if you distrust me,
I no farther meant than to please you,
release you,
and receive your innocence.
I'll keep my eyes on yours,
on your soft skin my hands will stay.
Look at a face kissed by angels.
feel skin envied by queens.
All of my senses infatuated with you,
each one ravished in delight.
and with my body,
prepare your soul for an eternal night.
In reaction, deep breaths, gasps, sighs.
wetness inside out,
tears from the cries of your erogenous instincts.
orgasmic hands form the arch in your back.
prisoners of lust sentenced to hold your eyelids closed
in ecstasy, my waist surrounded by your legs,
the air dipped with the essence of bonded love.
And if you blame me,
to you my goddess penitent I confess.....
I no farther meant than to please you,
release you,
and give only to you my innocence.
