Ocean lips,
lap sipping
salt flavored skin,
savoring willowed drop,
capturing moonlight.
Fill my eyes
in mystic waves
beyond curve's blush of love's beginning,
holding close,
our wild shore rising.
A contest entry
- Not a quickie! 10/30/30 (ADULT 18 or older) by jasminerose.
700 points, ended September 26, 2007, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A very seductive and sensual entry for my contest! Beautifully written!
Thank you for the enjoyment!
Jasminerose
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Sensuality at its best. What a great write you have penned.
Best of luck in the contest.
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Well, this is certainly a beautiful piece of poetry, Mr. Mountain...
"holding close,
our wild shore rising."
Love this
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Loved the metaphor of the ocean here...the salty taste and the lapping... great piece of sensuality here!
~ Nicolette
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