Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Primal Lustings (A Poetic Duet By Rashan MsShan Hairston and Andrew Boyd)

A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Our eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then our heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found a resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage

In the midst of the temporary Darkness in this room,
I look at your nudity with Crystal Clear Vision.
Your gaze, giving off a Soft Glowing Emission.
Setting the stage for Lustful Conditions
With which we shall partake.
The Light of the Moon piercing crisp white sheets,
Exposing Silhouettes in its illumination.
Bodies intertwined, juices becoming twisted
As Primal Lustings take over our senses:
Our Sights locked on each other's Scents,
As we Hear the Tastes that are Touching
Our erect stimuli in the Heat of the Night.
Strong hands gripping soft curves,
Feeling the warm flesh between fingers
As bodies are in Perfect Symmetry and Harmony
With each sweeping and dripping motion.
Spine tingling excitement as we rock the silence,
I stare into your eyes, desiring to read your Soul...

You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.

Wrapping my arm around your waist,
I roll you on top of me, so I can revel in your pace.
Pulling you close to me in order to feel your lust,
I pull your hair, enough to expose your smooth neckline.
Clamping down on it with lips filled with passionate fervor,
Your nails scratch my back; leaving their mark.
Tracing my spine with your fingertips,
I feel your firm grip on the back of my head.
Stroking the baldness that I possess,
My thrust becomes deeper with each caress.
Two sets of Plump and Wet Lips getting drenched,
I listen to your moans and screams as if they are an orchestra
Playing my favorite Classical Scores.
Taking my lips away from your neck, I nibble on your lobe
And say your name in rhythm to my strokes.
Feeling your Tsunami release from your inner sanctum,
Your internal grip milks me for all that it is worth.
Feeling each drop being squeezed out of me,
I feel your sweat dripping onto my chest
And seeing tears falling from your face.
Placing my lips onto yours as we look at each other,
I take the tip of my tongue, and gently lick your upper lip.
The Light of the Moon causes your skin to glow,
As you gyrate your hips to finish my flow.
Putting my back onto the headboard,
I feel your head rest on my shoulder
And your teeth scraping me with lips rubbing near there.
Keeping my personal vigil by holding your waist,
I hear your deep breaths passing
As your chest and breasts heave.
Mustering up strength to look into my eyes,
We share a deep kiss, with our heat on the rise.

You moved with one final breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning, glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should we seek this primal lust height again.

~© 2011 Andrew Boyd~
~© 2011 Rashan Hairston~