Your fingers are like torture,
as they slowly, softly trace,
the contours of my skin.
Making me shiver at the contact.
Your voice is like a new cd,
that I must play again, and again.
to savor the taste,
of a new beginning.
The arms that lock around me,
are made of the softest iron.
Strong enough to hold me,
yet weak enough to be released.
My strength seems to wane,
when you press your lips to mine.
I melt into your body,
and we become one mind.
Your tongue is paradise,
and yet the darkest hell,
as it plunges into my mouth,
gone until it comes again.
Your words are my favorite song,
I play them over and over,
Inside of my head,
before I drift to sleep.
The chest I rest my head upon,
is softer then a feather pillow.
It rises to the rhythm of your breathing-
the cadence of your heart.
A contest entry
- contest: all about love by michellemybelle.
1350 points, ended May 25, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - AP Family by Theory Of The Lost.
450 points, ended August 16, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hey, before i read your piece and all that could i get you to please place what you wanna be in your author comment box thanks!
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Lovely visions of intimancy and love.
Thank you for you entry!
Michelle
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A scenario of the sentiments sketched by the ink of the heart..and touched by the soul..you took me to the intriguing thoughts ....well done..
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