Erotic Daydream Poem by Candice Witherington

The sweet smell of honeysuckle fills the air as warm summer breezes blow across our naked flesh.
Small beads of sweat cover our bodies as we move in rhythmic motion to our feed our passion.

The only sounds that can be heard is the pounding of our hearts and the erotic breath sounds as we climb to the heights of ecstasy.
Our legs and arms are tangled as we frantically explore secret places.
At that moment, only you and I exist. There is nothing and no one that matters.

We are consumed by one another, every thrust propelling us forward to the ultimate goal of climax.
Then as the warm breeze slowly cools and the night approaches, we lay in each other’s arms;

Our pulse still racing as we fall asleep gazing up at the stars.