Lips trembling
at your touch,
drawing closer, closer.
Glazed in caress
of our passion.
Your hands wander
each fleshy peak and valley,
no territory unexplored.
My captain,
I await your vessel.
Embark on this journey
together
and enter,
my open harbor.
Guide, with ease,
the thrusters of your desire.
Feel my waves, ebbing,
gently lapping at your hull.
Propel the depths of luxuria,
navigating with perfection.
Control my current,
undulating ripples
to crash the surface of ecstasy.
I beg you, anchor me,
now!
Captain,
dock your vessel
to my shores.
For it will be
a long journey home.
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Written September 17th, 2006
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Thank you dear, appreciate your comments always.
Storm -
Sensual and sexy Storm, hmm
daymn!
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Thanks Sandy. I don't usually ask for someone to look at my poems, but the more I reread this, the more unsure I was. I appreciate your time and comments.
Storm -
Sweet Storm,
I think this is wonderfully and sensually written! Very tasteful with awesome metaphors! You wrote this so well!
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Thank you hun, I appreciate your words.
Storm -
Mmm, nice Storm. Seductive. Interesting metaphors. I absolutely love the reference to the open sea in ralation to the passion and love. This is very good.
Vickie -
Thanks hun, appreciate your comments.
Storm -
Sensual, enticing, seductive. Soft and gentle not demanding, suggestive.
I like it,
Adrian
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