Loving Him

Erotic Poetry
2006-05-08

I weep as he enters me. It feels like the first timeall over again; raw and needy, yet lovingand gentle. He fills me, and I am complete.I grip him with every muscle, yearningfor release for both of us, yet at the same timedreading it, because it signifies the end.I feel his warm breath on my skin as tearsrun down my cheeks, flowing over his naked body.I see in his eyes that he is close to bliss,and I am transported into my own heavenas pleasure takes over my body,pushing out feelings of sorrow. He holds me close,refusing to break the contact between us,yet knowing he must at some point.“I love you,” he whispers to meas we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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