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Sainted

Passion passes from tongue to tongue
That swirl against polished enamel,
Hands find each other blindly,
And fingers gratefully bind themselves

Molecules of each other's scent signatures
Make their fiery way to alert noses,
And the world disappears,
The sounds of children at play fade

There is only the pulse,
The pumping of maddened blood
That throbs behind shut eyes
And plays havoc on the inner ear

And equilibrium is temporarily lost,
And knees suddenly become cooked pasta,
And curves and smoothness and silky hair
Are the only languages the brain comprehends

The side of the throat, a miracle,
It burns with an inner flame that possesses,
Such a soft gentle home for starving lips,
Yes, they are home now

The cheek, a caress that beatifies,
And splayed fingers tenderly skitter across it
And nerves are stroked and stoked,
Natural lubricants dampen surprised cloth

These feelings won't ever end:
The moment that was past,
That was but a whimsical memory,
Is a moment that will last forever.

Author notes

I use this background a lot, I've noticed lol .  What can I say?  It's my favorite.

This is actually based on a poem a colleague wrote, or maybe it would be more accurate to say that the colleague's piece inspired me to write this, as we're both describing the same event.

At any rate, enjoy the piece, it was a delight to write.

Thanks!

- El Solo Gio
Written November 5th, 2003

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  • Trial and Error
    June 13, 2008

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    Ahhhh this was totally written on my birthday... It's my birthday present ! (except in 2003 I was like...13...ew Gio.)
    Nah but in all seriousness. This was very well written. I'm not much for love poems but this was sensual and erotic enough that it was actually enjoyable


  • November 6, 2003
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    I always said there was nothing like that first kiss. Passionate and intoxicating. That was an amazing ode to such a powerful thing. What a beautiful thing it is to be human when we can meet mouth to mouth and feel this way.

  • mydream
    November 6, 2003
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    Wow, I can feel the passion in this write. HOT! HOT! HOT!

    ~angella


  • Tiffany
    November 5, 2003
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    This was fantastic, it was so sensual. I love the line 'natural lubricants dampen surprised cloth'..never thought of the cloth being surprised,lol. Anyway this was wonderful, a very enjoyable read.