Meeting in secret yes that's what we do
secluded motels and parks,
patiently watching the hands on the clock
minutes are eaten like sharks.
Darkness devours our forbidden love
curtains are veiled to disguise,
I feel the quickening pulse in your neck
hot molton heat in your eyes.
Everytime harder to push you away
feeling the weakness begin,
my heart surrenders to your searching mouth
quenching the fire on my skin.
So in the darkness pretending once more
fooling ourselves this is real,
these stolen moments are all that we have
my heart never wanted to steal.
A contest entry
- Beautifully Sensual. by Poetryintheblood.
450 points, ended June 19, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for your entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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My oh my.. is your pen in a passionate flair! whew! Just love this as it is a reflection of desire we have all encountered at some point in our lives...
So perfectly sensual and beautifully stunning!
I wish you all the best in the contest!
Linda 
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