The night has spread its dark mantle
over our naked and eager bodies;
it can cloak our forms, but not
our desire for each other's touch,
the thrill of tongue that means so much.
The subtle softness of our willing skin
will yield to tender hand and lip;
the pleasure-gardens of our flesh we'll tend,
till love blossoms like the rarest flower
which blazes forth in midnight's darkest hour.
A contest entry
- Tease Me by StormGoddess.
700 points, ended May 17, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The thrisll of that touch is definitely sensual. Well said with softness and inner longings. Nicely done. Thank you for entering and good luck. Storm
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the subtle softness of our willing skin just made me think of how it feels to have soothing lust hands with erotic lotions just whew you did great teasing good luck to you
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Interesting poem - lush language, carefully placed rhymes - speaks of barely maintained restraint... tension. I hope it does well for you in the contest.
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You have certainly worked with the prompt here. I expect the contest holder will find this to be the perfect tease, especially in the dark!
All the best in the contest...Sue
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