A moment requested, a moment shared....and the picture taken.

Do enjoy...

"He wasnt keen to indulge
His history not wanting to divulge
Once married now divorced
a situation upon him forced.

He craved a womans touch to feel
Lost in a moment so sensual so real
For her to treat him like a 'king'
would be the ultimate thing.

Courageously he picked up the phone
dialled, listening to her ringtone
"Hello" said a husky voice
"Thank u for making me your choice".

His heart as if on a racetrack
Car parked there was no turning back
Once engulfed in a hug so deep
The feeling forever he knew he would keep.

The flickering of the candlelight
romantic nuances instilled that night
engulfed in the heat of scented waters warm
She sat before him in her naked form.

His hardness he could not contain
nor did he wish disinterest to feign
How invitingly naked she was
every sensual nerve in him abuzz.

She cradled his foot against her pubic bone
The travelling of her hands made him moan
And then between his legs in the waters she slid
To spread his legs of him she bid.

Merciless was her gentle touch
Her attentive sensuality for his mind too much
He groaned, he arched, her hands magical
The last thrust...but no release...fantastical.

The move to the plinth a craving felt
Again between his legs she knelt
And there the eventual slow release
his neediness with each spill...did cease."

www.russian-bridgitte.simplesite.com

xxx
B.

Very very sexy!
:-)

Once again Ms B your prose conjures up wonderful images of fantasy ...
... or are they relating exciting experiences of reality?

For some of us, they are tangibly real.
For others, they are an invitation to cum and feel.

Your rhythm and rhyme
are sexual sensuality sublime ...
... Both in your writing
and in your soul and body so inviting.

And as for the images that accompany ...
... Not only are they tastefully employed,
but they leave us all with dreams and intentions
to cum and enjoy your special space and exceptional attentions.

Until dreams become reality
Cw

Dear Bridgitte

Your poem - is likened to a beautiful piece of architecture, built brick by brick, stone by stone - wow. Yes you have a way with words like an architect drawing lines.
JetFuel
xxxx

Dear dear beautiful gentlemen....

It is you who feeds my imagination.
It is you who challenge my boundaries of how it could be.
.....it is you who enters my space and with that first look, that first connect of body, through a hug, takes me on journeys lost....lost in that time spent with each.
Each unique.
Each different.
Each intoxicating.....each my special one.

And please believe me in what i say, for i cannot stand false flattery or words said just because....i am that much more successful in what i do because of the desire of you, my dear gentlemen, wishing to connect with that which is deep within me and i give without second thought.....and always care to have you, hopefully, walking away feeling like a "king" would.

Thank you for enjoying my thoughts, experiences and imagination written.

Yours.

xxx
B.