Up here,
the air is clear,
the night sky blazes
with pulsing light.
Upon this hill,
we taste our fill
of each other's bodies
in wild delight.
Looking down
on the sleeping town,
we nudge each other
in secret glee.
Though love and lust
may turn to dust,
in this may-fly moment
our souls are free.
Author notes
Comments welcomed.
Written April 18th, 2006
A contest entry
- This is a contest for poems about anything they want to write about by heartofpainfultears.
300 points, ended April 22, 2006, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - It;s A Love Type Of Thing by paintitblack1001.
300 points, ended June 12, 2007, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is such a sensual poem spilling from your pen, Bill. Indeed, what remains after lust is gone is the romance, the companionship, the gladness of being together. 
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great write! good luck in the contest!
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Many thanks, Angelpoet, for your encouraging comments.
Cheers,
Bad Bill -
wow! what an amazing piece this was absolutely wonderful i love it good luck
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