Message-ID: <19851eli$9902110937@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Prufrock54 Subject: (ASSM) The Field (M/F, rom, sexual, poetry) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <79t11r$co3$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> "The Field" is copyright 1994, 1999 by Prufrock Productions and all rights are retained by the author (prufrock54@my-dejanews.com). It may be copied and distributed freely, provided that the entire text is transmitted unaltered (including this message). Use of this document in any commercial endeavor (including, but not limited to: members-only web sites, web sites using fee- based adult verification systems, CD-ROMs, etc.) without expressed written consent of the author is prohibited. Posting in alt.sex.stories.moderated and other parts of the alt.sex.stories hierarchy is granted. This poem is intended for mature readers. Despite what we see in everyday life, maturity is defined as age 18 and older. If stories of a sexual nature offend you, or if it's defined as taboo in your community, do not read any further. I don't want to have to tell you twice! If this has to be coded in some format, let's try this: M/F, rom I'm sure I'll be hearing from someone about how much they liked/disliked this piece. I look forward to reading the intelligent critiques and comments, for it can only make me a stronger writer. The other end of the intellect spectrum will help me put my delete button to its proper use. ******************** THE FIELD or In and Out of Time, Now and Then By Prufrock54 ( 1. NOW ) Under the blanket of night's cold fire, they lay together, watching their breath form clouds which dissipate from gentle breezes. He turns his face toward her, lit with the glow of passion's fulfillment, and starts to tell her that he loves her...but she already knows. For though it was lust that brought them to the field in which they lay, it is love that keeps them together...and makes them seek more. Together they are, and together they stay, holding each other while the stars dance slowly above them...and tells of coming dawn. - - - - ( 2. THEN ) He was simply driving her back to her home, when a simple touch of hand to knee ignites a spark within them...and changes the course the car would take. Finding seclusion is difficult while she slides over sharing her warmth, and lets her lips dance along his ear and neck...they're taking a turn down a dusty road. A tractor's trail into a field of autumn corn provides the lovers the security they seek, and the gear lever slams into PARK....they're ready to give into and receive to their needs. Passionate kisses, fumbling hands, finding buttons, zippers, threatening to rip the fabric that binds and hides their bodies' warmth...all to figure out what goes where, and why. Gently, playfully, fingertips exploring the surface of their skin, while lips are locked together, and their tongues engage in a fierce battle of thrust and parry. - - - - ( 3. NOW ) She remembers the last few hours with fondness, inner heat tells of her love for him. At first, it was only his mind...until tonight's quick turn of events. Friends always to each other, but never lovers, but tonight they have found new expressions of feelings, besides the exchanging of words...and she is glad to have tried. A mind can be admired, but the body longs for more. Others have filled the needs, but to now share that with one kindred spirit...she looks to the stars and thanks the gods above. Her gaze returns to his eyes, and is engulfed in a radiant heat which flows through her like liquid fire, and holds tight to this man she found...feeling the moisture build within her. - - - - ( 4. THEN ) Pulling away reluctantly, they melt in each others eyes, and on silent command, bring lips together with force, and their hands start to read each other, like the blind and Braille. Fingers seek the swelling breasts, brush the taut pinnacles. His mouth moves down her neck, and her hands reach around him....squeezing tight as if she wants him inside her skin. Their hands move, teasing, telling each other they will find the pleasure they desire within in each other. And his head moves lower...and suckles like the child does with his Madonna. Bio-electrical impulses, involuntary breathing, heavy laden, arched back, nerves sending messages, creating sensations and feelings. She moans...his fingers now glisten in the moonlight. - - - - ( 5. NOW ) Disbelief overwhelms him, and begins to wonder if the past few hours have been a dream. Then he feels her hold him dearly....and the closeness wards off the coming chill. Feeling the morning dew start to form on his legs, and watching the wisps of cloudy breath escape her, he feels his need begin to rise....pulls her to him, on him. With eyes of love, drinking in the sights of her above... he watches her eyes widen as she places herself upon him, and she slowly lowers...her head thrown back in pleasure. Gemini they have become, twins of passion, joined at hips that move to the rhythm of waves breaking upon a shore. And together they move as one....laying in the shire. Changing light casts grey shadows upon their moving form, and breezes rustle the autumn corn in which they hide. Movement becomes frenetic...desperate grabbing at desire. - - - - ( 6. THEN ) Waves of stimulating pleasure start to wrack their bodies, as they explore each other fully, and within them they can feel that each is balancing precariously...the threshold of release. It starts slowly, and gently, and becomes a pleasantly painful sensation, demanding to be noticed, yet neither wants it to take hold of the moment....too fast, too soon, too much to discover. They savor their musky smells, and bathe in the moisture each has brought to this dance. Teasing tongues, darting fingers, probing, tasting, clinging....and the tides of release start to rise. Waves wash over them, together, as he fills her void and she his need, and holding tight, clawing, blood rushing, breathing fiercely, heart pounding....they fall over the edge. Together they feel each other shudder, and field mice take notice of the noises of the night within their home, and stop to let the lovers reach their peak...low moans heard in darkness. And he gazes down at her, and she at him, but no smile comes to their lips. They are searching each other's soul, and only in the silence of the night can one find it....taking refuge in love. - - - - ( 7. NOW ) She rides his rising wave, filling a slip in which he can dock, and he notices she no longer looks at him, but rather sees though him...then comes forward and they kiss. A kiss of deepest proportion and passion, stealing breath from each other, and the ride's rhythm begins to match their hearts' beating...taking them further into sweet ecstasy. A ray of breaking sun strikes her face as she softly cries for more, and her eyes widen and turn to liquid gold, ablaze with passion never seen...and a groan of release puts birds in flight. She collapses in his arms, breath hard to find, heaving breasts against his skin, and she feels his lips next to her ear, feels his warm exhalation...and his whisper that he loves her. Too tired to say anything, she closes her arms tighter to let him know that she has heard the words, has felt the feeling, and shares the joy...they have come to know each other inside. And there they lay, upon the land, in and out of time, where seeds have been sown, to await the future harvest and where love has tilled the field for their life...together. Copyright: Prufrock Productions, 1994 1999 -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----