Wrinkles dance across his features,
as happiness fills his thoughts.
Gentle caress of his lips,
with claw marks across.
I feel his pressure on my skin,
the domination in his eyes.
What secrets they must hold?
Will they soon cause my demise?
My heart fills with comfort,
as he walks to open my door.
My skin sears with pleasure,
And he pulls me to the floor.
Lust mixed with love,
the perfect recipe.
The happiness he feels,
when only he’s with me.
A contest entry
- Love Poems. by OurxBeginning.
300 points, ended February 12, 2008, 49 entries
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"as he walks to open my door." now this door. did he knock first? or did he come in uninvited?
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EWWWWWWW!!! DON'T DO THAT! IT'S DIRTY!!!!!
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lol some dirty things are fun
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I enjoyed reading this. I liked the fact that the erotica was very subtle.
The imagery really stands out. Short but straight to the point.
Thank you for entering and good luck.
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You have created a unique rhythm and cadance with this one and you have become more deliberate in your style and tone. I see some real growth as a poet and a greater command of the craft.
Good luck in the contest.
CaliOkie
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