Slow

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Follow me… Slow….

Woman,

Take off your clothes

Because that is not how you were born

Take my fingers through your

Teachings

And show me where I’m reaching

To give you the ultimate preaching

On how a woman should be screaming.

Slow….

Remind me to slow down

To turn ever so slowly each corner of your body

To not touch anywhere but your soul

Because until I get to your true world

My fingers have to first explore

Slow…

Your lips I touch

With my fingertips

Then they travel to unravel

What the nape of your neck is hiding

Where I stop and kiss your stress away,

But only with a shy kiss

That does not allow my tongue to be released

And so it lingers until

My fingers demand to go down

And explore the path of your delicate spine

Slow

I circle your middle back with enough pressure

To reléase a gentle moan out of your breath

Then ruthlessly

My lips slowly trace my fingers’ path

And I continue to your lower back

And I lay you down

And I breathe that you are queen of my Heart

While I caress your hips

And my hands

Land at your navel

Where my fingers and my lips fight

To see which one gets the pleasure of the essence of your sex tonight

Slow….

It is sinful how beautiful you are…

The rest of this poem

Is for my lady and I.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro