Rose petal kisses on gypsum sand,
gently landing amidst grains and grains
of trembling, heated skin.
Tasting the desert upon my tongue,
breath breaking the steady silence
with its heavy, luxurious whisper.
My lips gracing naked shoulders,
your lips exploring my hips.
Known palms find familar places to rest,
grasping at my arched spine.
Palest, fleeting light reminices
upon two figures entwined,
my prints embracing smooth flesh
like satin beneath hungry palms,
your breath fervent upon my flesh.
Desire drawing storms, your
drought plagued mouth finding oasis
between my quivering thighs.
The whispers grow heavier,
blossoming into thunder
and swells of rain.
A contest entry
- seduction by Leslie.
525 points, ended October 16, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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Well quite remarkable the piece, very well written, kept me wanting to read more, which is very good, and descriptions where quite good and certain, you had a couple misspellings but all good… the piece was very good..
Thanks for your entry.
Leslie
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so about that...
very descriptive lol
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Wow is the first thought that comes to mind, the second is why are my cheeks turning red and is that a stirring I feel. I've tried to write like this, about this marvelous act of foreplay but have always fallen short of the mark. Girl you have really created a great work here. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.
Tony
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