A poem by FrolloFreak®

(Claude Frollo muses on his postmodern woman)

what causes me to lose all reason 
to lose all control?
whenever in the presence of her charms
the provovative powers of the woman

the way she stares at me
with come hither eyes or
the sinuous sway of the walk

to be sure
that slinky strut and brown sugar gaze

guaranteed to send
my blood racing
to forbidden regions

she is a delight to my senses
a comfort to my soul
an answer to my innermost dreams

watching her as she sleeps
forces my shaft upright faster than
a mere striptease
or staged seduction

i watch her
lying at my feet
sleeping soundly

my Nubian delight
musing on your beauty

I want to
smother you
ravish you
cover you
with kisses

taste your sweetness
ride you
explore tender honey walls within
sense spiraling orgasmic eruptions

on your back
in a shimmering dress
that hugs the body
the way i crave
tightly
tautly
revealing
dangerous curves

dark glistening tresses framing
the face of a queen
the sinuous grace of your body
full bosom
narrowing waist
swelling hips
and the legs
shapely molasses limbs...

oh to stroke the silky caramel skin
and to taste burnt sugared lips
savoring the sweetness

O the complexity of it all!

lying next to you
on top of you
under you

feeling soft velvety flesh shift
in my hand

you throb

that unleashed esctasy
astounds
amazes
engulfs my being

your hands
on me

sending my body into pulsating wet maddening climax
delicate fingers dance precariously
near the tip
where few men can stand
without screaming for mercy

watching you
wanting you
waiting for you

my love
my passion