Cascades (an erotic poem)

As always, thoughts are welcome.

Good call, G. Hair is highly visual.

blonde cascades spill
over you
what the softest of
strands fail to cover
my mouth will provide

whispers of locks
caressing skin
falling haphazardly
across the elongated form
that is you

enough hair to spill ’round
both our heads
blocking the light
as we kiss

temple of amber tones
distinct male scent
my lips linger here
wisp of tongue

silken tresses across your flesh
gentle reminders
a promise yet to

a breath to spare
and a glance given
to the rise of you
…not just yet

tension builds as lips indulge
my hair lay gently
over your mast creating
a flaxen flag of surrender

it’s time
my mane, my pride
crown of my head
fans out, shimmers in the light
as I glorify in your cock

run your fingers through
golden waves
stroke it
gently hold my head
while my mouth embraces you

Cascades (an erotic poem) by
Christina Schmidt