Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereI forgot
how long fingered man-hands feel
when they slide across my skin
cup my face
trace every curve
swerve to capture
my lips
with the tips
as he inhales the scent of me
I forgot my memories
I forgot
how smooth skinned man-muscles feel
as they glide over my body
smearing my breasts
to puckered peaks
making my thighs weak
while he molds me
folds me around him
and tightens his grip
I forgot the taste of man-lips
I forgot
how it feels to melt with a man
to press fiercely, intensely
unrepentantly
until I opened up
my eyes
from between his thighs
and felt his sighs in my mouth
south of his lips
I forgot the defined line of man-hips
I forgot
how a man could make me feel
real
unbreakable, yet sensitive
shakable
in the wet core of me
impossibly sweet
circles sending me
relentlessly higher
I forgot a man’s fire
I forgot
how to be led by a man
I took my chance
and danced myself
across him, up him
breathed him
licked and grazed
across his memories
kissed their importance
I forgot the power of a man’s glance
I forgot
the woman I could be
until he made me see
my softly sensitive skin
slipping and sliding
across him
showed me how
to make him feel
like a man
and set myself free
I forgot how much fun a man could be
I love
how he reminded me.
That was wonderful. You have such a talent. I am proud to know you and have met you.. xo
Wonderful poem, sis!!! It's amazing how our weekends can cause the muse in us to raise her head....ya know, last year's poem from the Litogether won the yearly award ;)
a wonderful flow to the poetry here, so sensuous. Very good.
jim : )