Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: On The Morrow

©On The Morrow

Mona Arizona, October 2014

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

All Rights Reserved

  

When we meet on

the morrow,

make love to me.

Slowly .

If it takes until tomorrow,

I don't care.

Begging, please, make

my body do

things I never knew that you could,

knew you could...

Over and over until we lose count

of how many times you make me come.

Let me be your

siren

drawing you

close to me

closer

while we kiss and I quote Byron.

Old friend,

sweet lover,

you don't have to

hold back,

you don't have to be shy;

we will have the time of our lives.

Scoop me into

your embrace,

fist my long,

chestnut hair,

and kiss the breath from me

as though

no one

exists except

for us;

nip my earlobe with your

teeth and send shivers down my spine.

Nudge my thighs

apart

with you knee;

cup my mound;

swallow

my hissing breath.

I want your demanding mouth

claiming my parted lips and my

naked body that will strain toward yours.

Dragging

your wicked

fingers over

my moist,

sensitive part,

then sinking them into

the tight depths

will elicit moans,

will make me quiver,

will make my world splinter.

Your deep,

guttural moans will

rumble against

my mouth as it

grinds against

yours. Let your hips jerk

upwards and desperately

plunge into my pleading depths

until your own rugged cries

hang in the air.

(painting by u2ro)

POETRY - EROTIC / ROMANTIC: LOVE NEVER DIES

An erotic love letter—poem—never before published from the journal of Mimi...

LOVE NEVER DIES

© Mimi Wolske, March 2010

All Rights Reserved

When your eager mouth descended,

it was like lightning charged through me

with a kiss igniting passion,

fingers touched my blood and it boiled

for the want of you inside me.

You pressed against my breast and the

erotic, sensuous prodigy

of you penetrated all of

me, from my roots to finger tips.

There is no knowledge in the throes,

only you, only me, you, me,

me, you, us; our desire blending,

mixing; flowing love from in us,

all around us, like the golden

secret caves you that you thrust into.

When you looked at me, my whole world

blew wide open before it came

back together, and I knew I'd

do anything you wanted...all

you had to do was just ask me.

When you turned me to lie prone,

when you mounted me like a wolf

and growled as you bit my neck, the

earth spun and tossed me into the

abyss while you still embraced me.

How could I know what it meant to

burn for someone until I met

you, until your love burned in me?

This was going to be a letter.

I couldn't share a letter.

I don't want to share you ever;

but, dammit, I know I have to.

Yes, I'm selfish...there. I said it.

But you've always known I want you,

Only you; only me;...just us.

G-d! I want to cry out your name!

I want everyone to know and

no one to know except for us.

I want to keep us a secret

for as long as our love survives.