Buttons,refusing to open,
By hands shaking with passion.
Cloth torn asunder,
Hungry eyes, devouring,
Lips sending heat racing,
Low in my body.
Hands molding,
Fitting bodies together.
Hard heat pulsing,
Gold flowing passion,
Demanding,
Not for gentle touch,
Bring sweat gleaming,
Plundging deep,
Heated friction,
Lightening arching,
Out of control,
Spilling over,
Stars burn.
A contest entry
- Think You Can Make Me Explode? by StormGoddess.
300 points, ended August 21, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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There's plenty to be said for passion that can't be contained...gives us a chance to release the beast and breathe deep. Awesome, as always.
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Things that can explode...passion can for sure! I liked the title of the contest then in reading your poem it went well together! ~Sie
I liked the fumbling with the buttons, and this is not for the gentle touch!
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Well this sure sparks something, hehe. Nicely done. Thank you for entering and good luck. *rose* Storm
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Very nice write,I love the imagery.
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