With ease one's serenade to juxtapose,
Are essences so pure like nakedness
Discovered curves, appenditures arose
The slowly touch adorns to wild caress.
So softly, do the ripples of suspect-
Do limits that so slender reach the next,
Which art alone, can sensitive perfect
Makes loving you this heavenly perplexed.
Concocts the senses smooth to taking heed
When hold of a desire greets skin to skin,
The magical illusion turns to need,
Defined the moment when the pledge was in.
It seems that when enchantment sense us bare,
Oblivion at times felt like a prayer.
A contest entry
- naked by le soir.
675 points, ended March 13, 2008, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewites aloud! Click to find out more by Maggie Kay.
550 points, ended October 14, 71 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this flows exceedingly well. i really liked the last line.
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Insatiably great!
I loved this one... So vivid and unique...
Best of wishes in the contest!
~ James ~
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Congratulations on the Gold ...
a very good take on the picture ... Well done.
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this is just great,you use your words wisely here,keep up the good writing ,this is really good.
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sounds almost yummy.
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Soft
like the gentle summer breeze a sonnet of how love making should be & the beauty that follws if we allow our hearts to be true. Excellent and beautiful
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Wow
I am in awe of your words. Utterly speechless. Great imagery above all.
Keep it up
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Wow... Sonnet XLVII???? What number is that even??? Well anyway... this was really great. I loved it. I am always really into sonnets and of course I would adore one written by you.
Very nice, thank you for the read. Good luck.
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Damn... you're an amazingly good writer!
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