Fluidity of my hand on your flesh, impinging upon your soul
A piquant, tactile moment
Encroaching the very edge of your being with my lips,
Your body writhing at my command
A bravura effort on my part
Given with the lecherous intent of fervent hunger,
Lasciviousness of your cries held with rapacious savor
Sing to me again my hedonistic lover
Weep the praises of my pleasure upon you
Fall prey not to austere priapic ideals,
But to my avaritious nature of pleasuring you.
Author notes
option #1
A contest entry
- French Kiss. by Poetryintheblood.
350 points, ended July 13, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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It was a good poem but a few words seemed a little forced into it. Thank you for the entry!
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Thank you for your beautiful entry, Josephine
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