Yes, I'll free your fragrances
of soul thirsty for passion
in dying volcanoes.
In body to look for burning pleasure,
in lightness of the tip of fingers,
joining in a prolonged kiss,
because I am always hot...
Yes, touch more to want me,
to feel all my love,
since never you felt.
An instant only...
Come, and be mine!
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
Stream of consciousness
A contest entry
- Something Different by Exodus.
525 points, ended March 10, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This was not what I expected, especially given the noncommittal title, but it was certainly capturing. Thank you
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