The hands that work the fields
so hard and weather worn,
melt into the softness
of the loving that is born
Sweetness melts me
as I am torn from the sun,
to lay beside your body
a man that will not run
Trickles of your mind
purge me of all pain,
as you dance upon my breath
in love that pours like rain
Heated passions take the moment
granted a journey man,
that consumes every instant
of your loving he can
Author notes
Born of the fields to lay in open arms, just for a while.
A contest entry
- Pen Me Something Sensual...(GOLD PIF) by voodoo ink.
800 points, ended July 3, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"Trickles of your mind
purge me of all pain,
as you dance upon my breath
in love that pours like rain"
Wow. I love this stanza. It's really unique. You are a phenomenal writer! This poem really speaks to me and I'm glad I had the chance to read it!
Well, keep up the great writing!
The Famous Reese Bailey
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So touching Karl..I know those feelings so well..
Best of luck in the contest
Rubylove
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A somewhat sadness whispers through this poem...it is almost like the poet is lamenting, for a time that once was, but is no more...
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