A Casual Glance

A casual glance,

Sending whispers of love and lust,

Eyes averting eyes,

Embarrassed at the thought of capture.

An innocent smile,

Sunlights glimmer off ivory mirror,

Seductive and sensual,

Beckoning an invitation.

A brush of skin,

Accidental yet intentional,

Goosebumps cascading,

Erupting hot and lascivious.

A pounding heart,

Rhythmically offering itself,

Longing to be cradled,

In the impetuous throes of passion.

A tender kiss,

Long and warm on silky lips,

Without so much as a word,

Two become one.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
(Originally posted: 10/2/2012)

Cool and Refreshing

Cool and refreshing

I touched her to my lips.

Sweetly anointing my soul,

Her love cradling me,

Caressing me with a silken hand.

She is soft yet passionate;

Flowing over me,

In me, through me.

Under my lover’s touch

I am vulnerable to her spell.

Just as clay in her hands

I am kneaded,

Ready to do her bidding

Without question or concern.

She likewise–

Is the caldron I stir,

Churning desire with each stroke

Until she boils over.

Two souls melding into one,

Flesh on flesh,

Heartbeats in unison,

Never to be parted

In this life or the next.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Ache For You

I ache for you,

Nerve endings strain against the skin that represses them.

Agony and ecstasy bound into one vessel

Waiting to draw you close and ravage you.

This–a torture worse than a thousand deaths

I would not trade.

Nay–the devil may try to lead this soul astray,

But he will surely fail.

You, my beloved, are all that this unworthy beast desires.

The scent of your hair,

The softness of your silky skin

Caressed under my calloused hands,

Your love, though I am flawed and fragile

Is all that I desire.

I offer my heart, soul, blood and bone to you,

No conditions, free for your taking.

What more can I give than my life

Which was yours from conception.

You are my destiny, my love, my life,

The one that I live for

…And the one I would gladly die for.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Storms (A Lover’s Story)

Storms are not relegated just to the sky,

They’re raging on in lover’s eyes.

Torrents of lust and passions bold,

In each others arms their instincts hold.

 

Control and thoughts most surely fleet,

As pheromones lead them off their feet.

Entwined their hearts will finally merge,

Giving in to primitive animal urge.

 

In shuddering release the stars ignite,

No longer capable of offering up a fight.

With tender caress the lovers complete,

Off they drift to sleeps retreat.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~