You consume my thoughts;
with biting lips and rougher hands
{ that cup my breasts
as palms grasp over hips }
touching smiles and glinting eyes,
my mouth apart against our tongues,
{ smothering sighs,
and parting legs }
palms against my calves,
while you thrust for open thighs,
{ pushing deeper
than my fingers press }
making love to softer cries
{ your name breathed
desperately for every moan }
my back arched at climax’ rise.
A contest entry
- EROTICA CONTEST - UNDER 18 ONLY by risewiththesmoke.
669 points, ended November 1, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i feel like I once read somewhere of love being made to a cry, anyway....
it is clear to me that your poetry is brilliant. the sheer use of language, just by itself, is amazing, never doubt yourself, wow. from this great well your ideas spring forth like mad things, i like the brackets, i like sex, i like the phrase "glinting eyes" makes me think of a battle.
ahhhfin. -
great use of description and i like the visual effects you created with the brackets. thanks for entering
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I like the layout and form of this, it draws the reader in, the spacing is like breaths between each wave of pleasure.
Good write.
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