Let my fingers trace your bodies contours shallow and deep
into the breezeway between the lust and passion in your heart
where fingertips touch your desire melts and seeps
let them lead your resistance to melt into your hungry start
My mind feels the depth of your enticement
when I have only touched my fingers to brush back your bangs
and when my breath gets back from the excitement
in only a brush we can hear the silence where it rang
your kisses are like the lavender petals of velveteen beckoning
your gaze like the light emerald green mist of serenity
as it floats through the undergrowth of forest sprawl of reckoning
and the rippling brook waters are carrying the quenching of divinity
A contest entry
- Wherever you are stop and write! by alexandrathegreat.
1800 points, ended October 24, 2007, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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breazeway instead of highway lol liked much. I would appreciate it if you picked a title for this to sum it up. But it's up to you. This is sensual and sexy I loved it. Thank you for entering. The ending was particularly nice.
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Experiential sensuous journey with words, and imagery
Very sensual imagery throughout the whole poem.It is like the poet takes one on a journey of contours, shallows and depths of a fingered journey of passionate desire..Very cleverly penned and nice imagery filled words"and the rippling brook waters are
the Quenching of Divinity" All very much like a experiential tour of a special place, but this being a sensual journey.Brother,penned well.
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Riftkin,this is indeed sensual for the dreamers of the word,this deserves the Gold...Iwish you much luck..MM
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this is a sweet and caring poem dear friend
your words flow together, the rhyme is not force
and you are wonderful
Riftkin
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