These moments with width that vibrate,
Like an accelerant with flames that lick whispers dry.
As I; That would calm a raging temper,
Am found in whats called quivering splendor.
Like a game of twister we interlock,
With naked once bitter fruit.
Now ripe with lush juice heavens dripped.
Every breath is a sigh as we once again connect.
this bed is in shambles as we shake free the brackets.
In secret our flames quench all desire,
Behind locked doors above damp sheets.
The smell of love does tease,
Like an enchanted spell the scene rewinds.
Captivates this rounching lust.
My seniorita's tastefull smile,
Milking all lullabys dry.
Rewrites the scripts derived,
As we mesh once more for a final drive...
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All critics welcome...
A contest entry
- - 7 Fantastic Options - by xxRainbowDawnxx.
1050 points, ended July 25, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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