Nothing clings to me but your love.
Tenderly, I slip on your embrace,
to face, you, as you caress the
innermost of my me.
My flesh, enchanted, by soft
whispers that speaks the purest
language there is.
I, bare, relinquishing
all that inhibits you from
truly feeling...what lies
beneath.
Author notes
option 1
A contest entry
- 1,000 POINTS...THREE OPTIONS by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended June 9, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Sensual and with a depth of understanding of the human condition and all its frailties . . . a most beautiful and thought provoking write sister!!!
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Sigh~
"as you caress the
innermost of my me."
I love that!
Absolutely beautiful! Sensuality at its finest! I wish you the very best in this challenge my sister/friend. Your words make me deeply sigh!
Much Love ♥
Renee
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ah to be close to the rhythm of love - to feel the soft strokes in an embrace as the spirit twirls the flesh into magical light. aye to language, it is the language we all speak, to utter the self open and reveal all that is, a good poem
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Just a great poem from you
I thank you very much for
entering and good luck! Love, Lane -
sheeshish...love that last line. very very nice poem this is. lovely job with writing it. has sigh splashed all over it. enjoyed. good luck in the contet.
blu
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