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Poem: Midnight Rendezvous [f/solo]
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NOTE: This is a short erotic poem. As the author, 
I retain all copyrights -- but it may be posted
and downloaded for readers to enjoy. 
Comments welcomed, but send to following
email address: s.a.m@usa.net
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Midnight Rendezvous
    By: s.a.m

The bedroom is lit in the low glow of a candle,
And my poster bed has creamy satin sheets,
The covers turned down, pillows piled high,
And I stand looking in the dresser mirror
Wearing a lacy, silk high-cut negligee,
Seeing the pink blush of naked skin underneath,
And how my nipples swell into hard points
As I think of you, my lover, and our past.

I slowly turn before the mirror in a circle,
Glancing over my shoulder to see my hair
Falling long and blond, my bare ass
High and firm beneath the sheer fabric;
And I think of you, wish you could see me,
So alluring, so vibrant and alive, aroused,
Just knowing you are out there, somewhere,
Perhaps in your bedroom, dreaming of me,
Wanting me with an equal fiery desire,
Standing alone, starting to undress,
And feeling your body tense, muscles taut
With an urgent need to be touched.

I let the silken negligee fall to the floor,
And look long and deeply at my naked form
Reflected in the golden glow of a dim mirror;
I lift my hands to cup my breasts, a sharp breath
Catching in my throat as I push up underneath
And force my swollen flesh high, my nipples
Achingly hard, fingers touching, pinching,
And feeling drunk with carnal delirium...
Running my hands sensuously up and down,
All over my body, gasping at the pleasure
Intoxicating my senses, longing, wishing
You, lover, could look at my nakedness
See me vulnerable, exposed and willing
To do anything, anything you wanted.

Remembering your touch, I lie down on the bed,
Feel the cool caress of satin sheets against my hot skin,
And remain utterly still, gazing at the pale image
Of my voluptuous body reflected in the mirror.

Rapture is near, but I move carefully
Watching my legs spread open, wide,
Seeing how glistening folds of flesh yield
Their mystery as my hand lingers there,
Fingers tentatively stroking the slick heated nest,
Where a quiver erupts, sending spasms of bliss
Through my body, legs clenched tight and tense,
As I close my eyes a moment, imagining your cock
Stiff and strong, surging proudly forward
And plunging deep, deep into my wet cunt...
My own fingers thrusting inside the emptiness
As I open my eyes to see the provocative image
Of myself languid and insatiable, engaged
In self-pleasure beyond controlled measure.

What would you think, I wonder, if you were here?
Would you find my wanton, lustful thirst
Too much? Or would you watch in growing
Awareness of the powerful eroticism in our
Abandon to heights of torrid indulgence?

Suddenly I am seized with a blazing flame
Of reckless need, and I move my body
Across the sheets, lie with my legs off the bed,
My pelvis tilted upward, open to the mirror,
Where I begin rubbing my clit, palming
The mound rising up, up to meet the thrust
Of my hand, fingers dipping in the honeypot
That has scented the room with my lust.

I am too hot, too excited to be still,
So I turn over, humping my hand,
Looking back over my shoulder to see
My bare ass rising and falling against the bed,
Each thrust, each arc there in the mirror,
As I become more frantic, imagining you here...
Watching my frenzy, being unable to stop
Yourself from reaching to hold your cock,
And the look of your intensity undisguised,
So agonized and yet lusting with need...
Making me cry out in longing for you,
Dying a little because you aren't here now.


Dazed, crazed with the razor-edge of arousal,
I stand, my legs trembling, weak,
But I walk to the mirror, lean near it,
Bring my face close, seeing tears in my eyes,
And lift on tiptoe, plunge my fingers down,
Forcing two, three up into my greedy need...
And hump, hump against the dresser, hard,
My breasts now going flat against the cold mirror,
A shock of strange, thrilling sensuality,
Surprising when I tense, try to hold back...

But it's too late, I am starting to cum,
Great rollling waves in my quivering clit,
Clutching cunt grasping my fingers as
The ecstasy sweet, oh so sweet darling...
Yet sad, oh so sad as it recedes, dies,
And I am left here, alone, so lonely...
Knowing you will never be mine,
Only an old lover lost in time.

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