She's not mine
but I get to borrow her sometimes.
Softly spoken words of passion
in her ear,
her breath on my neck,
lips to breast and down below,
the sweet smell and taste of her linger.
The moments we're together leave me shaking for hours.
I never wonder what it would be like,
or ask for more.
The best part of heaven is the first time
I pass through those rosy gates and plumb the depths,
legs and arms intertwined
until flesh on flesh I don't know
where I end and she begins.
A contest entry
- One Poem A Week...A Series/Week 10 Featuring Looneyeclipse by poet2angels.
950 points, ended March 17, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is beautiful and ends in a sigh...
VERY sensual yet done tastefully which is difficult to accomplish and something that I always appreciate ...I had to go back and read this again like rewinding a scene that you blushed through the first time, and blush again...
Awesome...
Lynda
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Sweet write, I enjoyed reading
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Wow,
A piece that captivates the readers through your views.
Like the way you pulled this one together, pen on.
Peace, Timothy aka poeticweaver~
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