Internal alarm clock,
Doesn’t register the day,
Awakens me quietly,
With thoughts of play.
My warm, naked skin,
Feels alive inside,
Soft, sweet smelling sheets,
No rules to abide.
My fingers explore,
Hot, ample breasts,
Pinching tight peaks,
Biting lip through tests.
Love the link between,
Pebbled points and core,
Continue rolling and squeezing,
Until those tips are sore.
My hands stroke down,
Silky, soft, sensitive skin,
Between scalding, damp thighs,
With delectable thoughts of sin.
Wet, swollen lips encase,
Delicate folds drenched in silk,
Love’s glorious fuck button,
Begging for pleasure to milk.
My quiet sighs turn to pants,
As I tease and please and squeeze,
Hips becoming impatient,
Rise aloft to height of knees.
Pushing into my haven,
Fullness and tightness collide,
One, two, maybe three,
Wriggling, pressing inside.
Catch myself from moaning,
Spouse I wish not to wake,
Though his fingers are much better,
Best left for sleeps sake.
Both hands work together
Slipping, gripping and sliding,
Sending me into that trance,
Self pleasure, so inviting.
My thoughts, dark and twisty,
This fantasy is something new,
It’s luscious, sticky, and sadistic,
Oh, I doubt I’ll ever share with you.
But this dream pushes me,
Deep into a torrid trance,
As I swirl, twirl, knead and fuck,
In this pre-orgasmic dance.
I’m rising against the current,
Pressing upward into the sun,
Waves soothing and crashing,
Until the burn is finally done.
Lying back, calm my breath,
Glance toward my lover,
Clock tells me not to push,
There isn’t time for another.
Easy satisfaction had,
Release is so divine,
Thanks to my dark dreams,
The pleasure is all mine.
MelDouleur.com 
Reblogged this on A Walk in the Snow and commented:
very hot erotic poem
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wow
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Oh my girl! That was amazing. …and I need some water now! You do have a way with words!!
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My mind was awakened
by a sudden, gentle stir
The source unbeknown
but I sensed there was a purr.
I felt a shift in the bed
as more senses came alert
And as the bed sheets fluff
like a shifting grass skirt
My brain went to work
as all senses were alive
Just what was happening
mind racing past overdrive
Is this all just my dream
my brain trying to decide
More rustling and movements
perhaps a dream from this bride
The ears heard the whimper
could she really be awake
A jolt from her body
like a mini earth quake
Her breath now heavy
and my mind getting weak
As through the darkness
I spy her fingers at play on her peak
I could see the pinch and twist
of her nipples so taught
Did her fingers ache with desire
Were her loins now her thought
Again the sheets shift
hers curious fingers explore
Further south they proceed
Her mind seeking more
My olfactory senses
were the next to the game
Not seeing but sensing
their dance just the same
The muskiness prevailed
as my nose drank in the smell
Again and again
her chest rose and fell
Oh the thrill of the chase
as they move to and fro
Making puffy lips rise
and sensuous hips also
The weight on the bed
now shifting this way and that
Announced this was no dream
stuffed under her hair hat
This was deliberate
my thoughts trapped in a maze
Do I make her my captive
My mind said through a haze
Her beautiful moan
momentarily escaped
Her body convulsed and shuddered
The bed sheets kept her caped
Next she went rigid
as hips thrust in the air
The orgasm had gripped hard
my maiden so fair
I felt cheated and sad
as breathing slowed down
My opportunity came and went
like a thief with a crown
To grab it meant revealing
my position by her side
Of knowing the joy came
which her body could not hide
I need you
I shouted from deep in my head
No sound came out
Oh my God, was I dead?
Then she was gone
I must have been dreaming
I said to myself
my thoughts now beaming
My chance to participate
had just come and gone
But there’s always tomorrow
I smile and I yawn
Have patience with me dear wife
I feel your pain
Will join me next night
and do it all for me again?
-Max
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Beautifully sensual….x
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Whew, this is a HOT way to awaken in your winter woderland! 😉 One, two, three…yes! Please share the fantasy…so we can all enjoy it with you. 😉
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Perhaps Michael, we’ll see. Since the husband isn’t reading, it might be safe to share (would freak him out…).
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To let you know about me
Would create difficulty Mel
I must be anonymous
So you’ll never tell
As I crave your words
My identity a secret
I’ll follow your trail
Like Jimminy Cricket
He too says
I should tell you my tale
But a tale is a tail
For someone quite frail
So for now just a thought
From someone afar
A secret admirer
Who knows just how you are
Perhaps one day
When you roll in your sleep
It’s not a strangers arms
Your trust you will keep
Be loyal to your husband
Trust his vow and yours
It’s your treasure to keep
Fore his love to you pours
So am I a stranger
But not a stranger at all
Just someone you know
Who waits to catch your fall
I mean you no harm
So don’t send me away
But if you reply
I’ll speak the same way
MAX
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Hot. Lovely photograph, too. Takes me back to when I could O over and over with my hands alone, no batteries needed. I O’d almost every time…sigh.
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HATFM…may I reblog?
Spectacular
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Absolutely! 😉
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Reblogged this on High in the Woods and commented:
The talent of M’lle Mel at Pushing our limits
A sensuous ride. Must read. Must dive. Must howl at the fucking moon.
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Wonderful stuff! I hope one day to hear this luscious, sticky and sadistic fantasy!
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