His Arms

His arms, his wonderful, strong, tender arms
Wrap around me as he lightly breathes along the back of my neck.
He settles into the back of my body, molding, body to body, hearts beating.
I lean back, relaxing into his warmth, his hard chest and strong legs.
He murmurs in my ear, “Sweet Love.”
He nuzzles his nose into my neck,
Nipping gently at first, then with a guttural growl, a Kiss.
I feel safe. I feel warm. I feel love.
Another Kiss and then his warm tongue against my neck as he licks the salt from my skin.
He murmurs once more, “All mine!”
His arms tighten, and we begin – again!


This is one of my original poems written for the passionate and the adventurous.

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