Beating pulse; heated blood,
rushing within your soul.
Feel the love you have inside
as down my face your hands
stroke.
Holding tightly onto the heat,
within in my palm, as we walk
hand in hand, music of your
soul seats my heart alight.
Bound together in a garland
butterflies silk kisses.
Lift sun within each others eyes
becomes one ball of passion.
A contest entry
- Define Beauty. by FlaviusArrianus.
950 points, ended June 14, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this was love and beuty...very well written , loved reading it so much

, hope you do well in the contest 
Cindy

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I love butterfly silk kisses and holding hands. Such a refreshing poem about love and beauty. Not the erotica I've been seeing lately. Almost an innocense. You tell what makes the whole relationship beautiful.
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Thank you Love is one of life's treasures.
I am glad you enjoyed my poem thank you for reading and leaving the beautiful comment.
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There is some unusual detail here, well expressed. I like "Holding tightly onto the heat,/within in my palm"
Also like the blood rushing within your soul. It's definitely a love poem but you have avoided cliches.
Good luck.



