I Kissed Her

I kissed her freckles and stroked her thighs

Kissed her face and gazed in her eyes

I kissed her arm and kissed her hands

I kissed her belly button and had other plans

I kissed her toes and kissed her nose

I kissed her neck carefully, so nothing shows

I kissed her ankles I kissed her ink

I kissed her on the kitchen sink

I kissed her on the small of her back

I kissed her as her head arched back

I kissed her eyelids and kissed her lips

I kissed her wrists and caressed her hips

I kissed her forehead and kissed her chest

I kissed her elbows and all the rest

I kissed her ears and nibbled with intention

I kissed her in places that I cannot mention

I kissed her body and it’s beauty was a feast

I kissed her all night to say the least…

-AAA 05/05/2024

Originally Published 05/05/2024

Tempest Tryst ☔️💃🕺☔️

Dancing together like a single form.

Keeps emotions infinitely warm.

Thunder provides a steady beat.

To the rainy overture as dancers meet.

A flash of lightning brightens in light.

Providing a strobe for the duet tonight.

Dipping a partner in the growing breeze.

Winds wisp violently among the trees.

Hold each other in the potent deluge.

The soft inviting arms, a temporary refuge.

Kissing deeply in endless sheets of rain.

Serious doubts that either will complain.

Soft lips quenched drenched in moist dew.

Quickly stealing an embrace or two.

In an increasing maelstrom they twirl around.

Until resting together on dampened ground.

Passions increased, no care that it’s wet.

Seeing how much closer they can get.

Very dank clothes will get in the way.

Quickly removed as the dancers play.

Caressing hair, gently touching faces.

Warms insides, near, and faraway places.

Soaked to the bone, the puddles run deep.

Saturate two bodies in intimacy’s keep.

The end of the dance they dress in the rain.

Sweet and tender skin almost too much.

Goosebumps appear where their lips touch.

Their own fury matches that of the storm.

Now a dance on ground, again single form.

In water-logged clothes, none can complain.

Last a retreat: dry clothes, cottage, and fire.

A bed warm blanket, the dancers retire.

-aaa ⛈️ ⛈️⛈️

Originally Published 04/08/2024

I Kissed Her

I kissed her freckles and stroked her thighs

Kissed her face and gazed in her eyes

I kissed her arm and kissed her hands

I kissed her belly button and had other plans

I kissed her toes and kissed her nose

I kissed her neck carefully, so nothing shows

I kissed her ankles I kissed her ink

I kissed her on the kitchen sink

I kissed her on the small of her back

I kissed her as her head arched back

I kissed her eyelids and kissed her lips

I kissed her wrists and caressed her hips

I kissed her forehead and kissed her chest

I kissed her elbows and all the rest

I kissed her ears and nibbled with intention

I kissed her in places that I cannot mention

I kissed her body and it’s beauty was a feast

I kissed her all night to say the least…

-aaa

Tempest Tryst ☔️💃🕺☔️

Dancing together like a single form.

Keeps emotions infinitely warm.

Thunder will provide a steady beat.

To the rainy overture as dancers meet.

A flash of lightning brightens in light.

Providing a strobe for the duet tonight.

Dipping a partner in the growing breeze.

Winds wisp violently among the trees.

Hold each other in the potent deluge.

The soft inviting arms, a temporary refuge.

Kissing deeply in endless sheets of rain.

Serious doubts that either will complain.

Soft lips quenched drenched in moist dew.

Quickly stealing an embrace or two.

In an increasing maelstrom they twirl around.

Until resting together on dampened ground.

Passions increased, no care that it’s wet.

Seeing how much closer they can get.

Very dank clothes will get in the way.

Quickly removed as the dancers play.

Caressing hair, gently touching faces.

Warms insides, near, and faraway places.

Soaked to the bone, the puddles run deep.

Saturate two bodies in intimacy’s keep.

Sweet and tender skin almost too much.

Goosebumps appear where their lips touch.

Their own fury matches that of the storm.

Now a dance on ground, again single form.

The end of the dance they dress in the rain.

In water-logged clothes, none can complain.

Last a retreat: dry clothes, cottage, and fire.

A bed warm blanket, the dancers retire.

-aaa ⛈️ ⛈️⛈️