Miss Cinderella, Sing My Song

This is one of my poems in my current erotic poem book I am writing to publish later this year. And please it is all based on imagination! The smell of her strong musky fragrance Imposed on me a certain disturbance Clearly in the air there was no romance Perhaps that was a sign of its entrance That night I slept but a little My fingers in a constant fiddle Tossing and turning My imagination running Wow! She was stunning Her lips alone I couldn’t dismiss Even with a single kiss I simply do not know how to ‘take the piss’ Those delicate rosy cushy red lips Needed seven times seven daily kiss trips With special tantalizing nurturing from my lips Her large beautiful breasts Lay hidden beneath her blouse She was not yet my spouse Yet every part of me was aroused I’ll like to grind my body upon her thighs Feed her lips with laughter and moaning cries Share intimacy with her below the midnight skies Someday maybe together we may fly Who knows how high if we try! And when she spoke Her words alone were electrifying While I listened mesmerising Memorising every word she spoke Until my brain was literally soaked I like to kiss her body inch by inch Tease her with every flinch and with soft pinches Touch and caress her smooth black ebony skin Taste her breasts as our love manifest at a love nest Pin her to the bedroom wall and make love to her gently Talk to her beautiful body all night tenderly Her juicy pie will get wetter than wet So she will never forget the day we met On a beautiful night of poetry With women writers making history Her thoughts were with another At first I thought her poem Was about her sister or her mother Never guessed it was her ex-lover It seems Miss Cinderella Is still hanging on to what is gone Miss Cinderella Sometime, I’ll like to take you out for some fun The wonderful night past She vanished so fast No phone calls, just occasion text and emails Where have I failed, or have I failed Before I even started to set sail? I can’t call now, Life’s pressure is written on my wall I’m not entitled to pleasure in my crystal ball But it seems Miss Cinderella Is still hanging on to what is gone Miss Cinderella Sometime, I’ll like to take you out for some fun Take a walk with you under the sun Massage your body beautifully as we take turns Play hide and seek as we take shelter and run I could bake you one of my delicate buns Miss Cinderella Stop hanging to what is gone All that is past and done My passion for you is about to be born My feeling for you is better than none I invite you to sing with me my song There is this feeling I have We cannot be wrong! Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi