White-washed walls, clinical room
Like heaven in a movie, with stars
Angel wings and fairy dust
And a trip from the moon to Mars
A dream which seems so real to me
In which I want to stay
Please don’t wake me from this bliss
In mind I can’t betray
A summer breeze, a balmy sun
A duvet snug and warm
My lover with a different name
Sexually transformed
A gentle touch, a smooth caress
Moist lips upon my skin
I lift my eyes to see you there
Your body strong, inviting, bare
I don’t let go – you won’t let go
And so this thing in mind begins
It can’t be called a sin!!
A contest entry
- love poems {750 points for gold} by risewiththesmoke.
1000 points, ended April 23, 2008, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i LOVE the imagery. thanks for entering
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very nice
very amorous and passionate. I liked it alot. Great write on this one.
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