Arousing the senses in a river of liquid satin
Caressing our bodies in sensual bliss
Titillating the hardness of masculine need
I ride the peaks and valleys of his desire.
I break and crest as he sets a rhythm
That goes dark and velvety in my head.
He knows just what to do
Like the swelling of the river,
rising up and sliding me back down again.
The heat from our bodies keeps us
Tightly fused together against the
Pounding of the rapid, lapping us
Gently for a moment, we cascade
Over the edge into oblivion.
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Sexy
I break and crest as he sets a rhythm
That goes dark and velvety in my head.
He knows just what to do
Like the swelling of the river,
rising up and sliding me back down again.
This poem oozes sensuality and is very erotic in a pure way. I love the imagery and metaphors used here and it flows very sweetly. Great write. ~mandie~
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Wow! What amazing metaphor idea! The imagery is just superb! This is so perfect, every line, every word. Honestly one of the best poems I've ever read. Awesome job.
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Mercy!
Wow! What an intense collection of words! I'm in need of a cocktail or a cold shower. Thanks for sharing this hot piece of work!
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O.o
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Now this is just what I did not need to read, but it was oh so good. Too many visuals going on in my head... which means that you nailed it, but that does not surprise me in the least.
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This is beautifully written. Lots of passion expressed in this piece and I love the background you chose. Best of luck to you in the contest.
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I LOVED THIS...
This is erotica. Well done, sister. Love the analogy.
Before someone had to audacity to call me a racist, I was about to get hot on crap erotica. Thank you for bringing this in. Love you girl. New York, stand up! Better yet, White Plains Road stand up!!! I'm gon get me some lasagna. Write on. One.
Dez
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