Velvet
lips press gentle
whispers of want against
receptive ears, inflaming soul
to ache.
Hands cap
curves with passion's
rush, enticing senses
to rise beneath moonlight veils of
pleasure.
Entwined
in desire's flames,
eyes meet in devotion;
inhibitions surrendered in
rapture.
A contest entry
- Whirl The Pools of Passion by Touchof1der.
600 points, ended November 2, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You have such a sweet rhythm and imagery to your words.
I'm shocked you've not written more or perhaps, shared more would be a better response?
Steve
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Beautiful.
This was a very sensual write. With great imagery and passion. I like it very much.
The final stanza is my favorite. It really wraps it up well. Great job.
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Wonderful
Very creative and well done. best of luck in the contest.
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Sensual and really gets the blood pumping. I love how there is just enough detail to make it erotic without being distasteful. That in itself is an art and you've mastered it well
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Given the soft, romantic flow and meaning behind your words here, I would say they indeed describe a sense of "rapture" that one would feel under such circumstances. Good luck in your contest here.
JLG -
You have without a doubt stirred the very recessess of my mind, heart and spirit with this piece. Your imagery is stunning! Your words soothe the soul on levels I cannot even begin to explain. Thank you for sharing your words with me and best wishes to you in the contest. Keep that quill dipped in ink and ever ready for use.
♥ Touchof1der -
Such a beautifully scripted verse, that rings so familiar.
"Hands cap curves with passion's rush, enticing sense to rise beneath moonlight veils of pleasure"
A delightful entry for this contest. Best of luck. I enjoyed this very much. ~Pamela
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Thank you for your lovely comment
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