lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

The soft spot
you hold in your heart
for me
paints reality delicious
like a cream filled center
gushing decadent sweet
into the bread of life
mouthwatering magic
speaks the language of spiced
in your warm cinnamon glance
any road leads to paradise
words create sketches
care colors them in
precious sweet tooth moments
are the elixir of love

[Passionaria]

This is dedicated with respect and lust to
Ms International Leather : 2009


Her confidence is stunning
like the cool stealth of a puma
sensual predator
magnetic aura
dark shades perched
black leather wrapped
silver hung close
delicious oozing bravado
Aye Papi que rico
just knowing she exists
pumps blood into
my fading ashen heart
then jump starts my please
eyes sparkle, lust heavy
then caress her bio,
mmmm, bravado with skills
she teaches classes
called strap it on
the angels sing
fairy dust shimmers
and a moment of sycronistic magic
renews my faith in god.

[Passionaria]

My heart can no longer contain it my love
your perfect Butch lips have seduced me
plump rosiness of woman
hungers of man
I try to be good
I really do
but sometimes I can't help myself
your words spill into space
no chance my ears caught them
watching your lips move
from channel dream space
the way they softly pucker around W-ish
and the flick of tongue
that emerges on L-ive
warm sensuous lips
taunting me
and in my mind
I begin placing them
where I want them
kiss me the taste of your day
no explanation
show me what it felt like
moist heat
slick movement
darting tongue
deep insistence
fist full of hair for control
bite of frustration
let me taste everything you felt
in a flush of want
kiss your way down my neck
stopping to bite as you please
into ample cleavage
met by black lace
greedily releasing taught nipples
to bite them both at once
then suck me to wetness
place your beautiful lips
behind my knee
and plant tenderness
up the back of my thigh
your tongue trailing where thigh meets
the round of my ass
tormenting my senses to poetry
looking down I realize
my hands are cupped
around my breast
and you are smiling not talking
sweet chance exposure
red rises in my cheeks
and all I can say is
I want your perfect Butch lips

[Passionaria]

I feel these poem's belong here, where the seeds of inspiration took form, whispered their stories and were cast unto the four winds. I have left them for you, a sweet hot mess, a snapshot in time ; one Femme's journey through the land of Butch Femme Romance. As always, I send my love, and wish you Life's PASSION .......
Passionaria

~ This collection of poems ::: Lifting the Veil of Night's Silence :::
is protected under Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 ~




~ Jaguarita ( my pen name)

[Passionaria]

Carino, Passionaria