My Epiphany
(edited version)
Thomas Turner

I feel the heat of your breath
gently graze across my neck
as you sigh deeply in my arms.

I carry you from your
dark, gothic parlor
and into your inviting bedroom.

It is a room of decadent pleasure,
of magic and incense,
of sensual and arousing colors.

I lay you upon
a sheet of white satin,
a soft bed of roses.

You take my hand
and pull me close.
Our mouths touch with love.

Your lips are sweet –
like pure honey,
so thick and so very moist.

You whisper that you need me
as you stare into my eyes.
My heart melts. My body quivers.

Your tongue invades my mouth
Your intense love consumes me.
I swallow my pride with ease.

To my knees I gently fall,
to worship your naked figure,
to dine on your delicate flesh.

I kiss you all over with my mouth.
I explore you inside and out
until you shiver at your arrival and shout.

You lasso me with your arms
and entice me with your voice
as our bodies collide with no other choice.

To love you soft, slow with tenderness
or hard, fast, with passion -
that is the ultimate question.

My destiny is to be inside you,
to live forever there and guide you
to a realm of ecstasy you never knew.

You squeeze me like a vice.
I suck in a deep breath
only to smell your sex, your spice.

You command me with your eyes so blue
to squeeze you tightly in return -
to kiss you, to take you.

I do so without hesitation.
I love you more……and then more,
enjoying every thrust, every sensation.

Our hearts beat as one
as our bodies and souls collide
You tell me you love me. I know it’s no lie.

We have given in to all temptation
and there’s no more holding back -
no escape from this exotic vacation.

And I scream out your name with intensity –
oh my dear sweet, beautiful Tiffany
as I reach that final and wonderful epiphany.

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