Warm dew on soft damp skin
Heating flesh deep within
Hands glide over curves and dips
As water dances upon my lips
Eyes closed, mouth slightly parted
Fingers travel to where I started
The pounding drops drown out my sighs
Here is where my passion lies
Sliding into moist hot depth
Heart beat matching quickened breath
Around the place that pleases quick
Wishing your tongue was there to lick
Waves begin to come abound
Fingers moving aptly round
One last plunge between my thighs
Brings about the soundless cries
Shuddering in a lust filled bliss
I can't help but wish I had your kiss
Your body moving inside of mine
I'll think of you again next time.
A contest entry
- In The Mood by WingedWolf.
600 points, ended July 13, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Languid, sensual, naughty, definitely written with a certain someone in mind. ; ) Wonderful flow and gathering of tension, sorry for the pun! It just seems effortless and sort of dreamy.
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nice. beautiful piece. great work. definitely love this lol. wonderful work.
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