Take Me There

What I crave is to be touched.
What I seek is to be felt.
Caressed all over from head to toe.

Take your time with me.
Capture the very essence of it.
Have me at a standstill where every minute, every second, feels like an eternity.
Let there be the understanding of having your all undivided attention.
Your focus solely on me.

Demonstrate how you feel.
Your eyes being your key.
Unlock Me.
Get inside,.............inside my mind that is.
Tap into my innermost private thoughts & feelings not even I know exist. 
Take me there.
 
Express all you feel without a single spoken word.
Let your hands be your instrument for discovery.
Let your mouth be as a baby when they set out to explore the new world they have just entered in.

Make me dizzy from excitement.
Make me lose my patience.
Make me want you so bad it hurts.
Make me so weak from desire.
So exhausted, from pleasure of pain.

Then ease this painful anticipation and as you embark on your journey into my floating palace of endless waves, commence slowly with no fear.
Your intentions so deliberate in want of me to feel every bit of your offering.
Gradually. Inch by inch.
Mark me as one does when they rightfully claim is of their belonging.
Make it so I never forget.
Take ME.....There and in turn I will do the same for U.

Yahaira Turner


Take Me There

       Sensations of a Kiss

This poem started out as a general feeling for all who have been in this situation.
Then I really sat and thought. 
I remembered when my husband and I started dating he took things slow with me. 
A gentleman.
I remember how I felt when we would share glances at each other or when you are at the movies sitting close and not touching each other but it is all you are aware of.
Then when you finally share one of your first special moments of intimacy...

Sensory, the tingling of my every nerve being stimulated.
Jolts of excitement running through me.
Thoughts of actions, feelings, run so vividly through my mind.
Sensations so wild and uncontrollable.
Making me feel like jumping out of my skin from the onslaught of the electric charge assaulting me, but so enthusiastic of the surprisingly profound grip now ahold of me.

This is what I feel when our lips begin to meet.
With thoughts of my tongue on its path to glide over and outline yours.
Our lips finally joined, pressed against the other.
We begin our invites.
I wonder of what your thoughts are.
I with Latin blood flowing through me wanting you to feel the power of all this energy, this force running in my veins.
Our tongues then begin their slow dance of a sexy Rumba.
The sounds of Bella Maria de mi Alma, Beautiful Maria of my Soul........
...flowing...in...the...air.

The electricity of our UN choreographed moves are providing us our sound waves of delight.
This sultry experience we are offering to one another, is our surrendering to each wave of pure innocence, pure bliss.
With hopeful sweet promises in each caress exchanged we receive an understanding of who the other is.
These feelings we are expressing, sharing, are all done with a single kiss.
Our first Kiss.
Sensations of a Kiss.


Yahaira511