Ceile and Eleanor : Adult Poetry

Ceile and Eleanor

One small candle only glow on Ceile and Eleanor
Less would fade to darkness but they’ve no need for more
When one woman knows another well, by her touch she sees
All the beauties shared in light in darkness are as free
But hints of shape tease the mind, hollow, curve and swell
And whet the hunger all the more while eye is let to dwell
And what of whispers, lain on hair as lips are pressed to cheek
With writhing thighs pushed apart the petal’ed portal seek
Electric come a fingertip as cleavage now it trace
Then left to lash a torrid tongue while on the fingers race
Could any man e’er touch like this to know and understand
Tender soft or firm and hard. Pleading? Or demand!
Raised, Eleanor push Ceile back proclaim “no shame, no sin”
Two suckled fingers leave her mouth, then down… then pause… then in…
“Unnnnnngh” sigh Ceile, her senses reel as Venus’ fount now flow
Let grinding hip begin to slip on wetted sheet below
Her pleasure draw her belly tight her arms seek Eleanor
Till push turns pull of pelvic cleft in dread she pleads for more
Exquisite thief steal her thought and carnal come her need
Then take the play to Eleanor and ride her giddy steed
Now there is no other world, no judge, no right, no wrong
Only Ceile and Eleanor to love these souls belong