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This Is Our Time

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You touch me
And I forget to breathe
You speak
And the rest of the world is silent
This is our time

Tracing bodies with fingertips
Sharing secrets with our lips
Exploring hidden places
You love me completely
This is our time

We respond to the needs of the other,
becoming one
Knowing your thoughts, I feed your desires
You respond with fervor
escalated passion filling our space
Our moans becoming our music
This is our time




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  • ten thousand cicadas gold member
    October 8, 2007

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    Beautiful, sensual stuff. I love the absolute giving that you painted here. This was a perfect picture of unselfish love. The repetition of "This is our time," added such a nice, lyrical feel to this. Best of luck with your contest.


  • Leslie gold member
    October 3, 2007

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    I enjoyed the piece very much, I thought that had some excellent touches and great descriptions that made it a good sensual pre act piece, the only thing I felt it was awkward in the poem, was the end line of each stanza, you know, myself I struggle with naming my poetry, and this is such a good poem, that I feel the title and that line is not fitting in… but anyway that is just my opinion and it does not take away the fact that this was a very gracious piece! Excellent job!

    Thanks for your entry.
    Leslie


  • x-Black-Butterfly-x gold member
    September 21, 2007

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    this was a wonderful write and it held so much imagery within it
    it was beautifully openned and i love it
    well done and best of luck


  • Ephiphany
    September 21, 2007

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    Beautiful

    love the picture and you have chosen some of the softest words to blossom your imagery in this piece.
    Glad I stopped by before I left to read this.
    Always my pleasure in seeing such delight in your work Godmother.

    Beautiful indeed.
    e


  • Nature Song silver member
    September 21, 2007

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    Our moans become the music in time.

    The truest essence of seduction..one breathes the other in!

    Wonderful poem, very expressive. ~Sie

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