On a hot night,
like this,
I close my eyes
and taste your lips,
Sweet moist lips,
and we kiss.
On a hot night,
like this,
I touch you
softly, tenderly
lovingly, you feel
my breath
as it moves slowly
down your body.
On a hot night,
Like this,
I tease and taste,
you sigh and die,
just a little
when my touching
and tasting
find their home.
On a hot night,
like this,
one little death
is never
enough.
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A contest entry
- Summer Sizzler...Men Only by Dalaney.
1300 points, ended August 14, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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t\The whole poem is just so lovely and full of emotion. I couldn't see why you wouldn't win any contest or heart with this one as beautiful and tender as it is.
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This is very softly sensual, I am not sure about the repetition, if it works, I'd maybe take it out of the two middle stanzas...but other than that..i really like these lines:
"when my touching
and tasting
find their home."
orgasms seem to make us forget about everything, eh? Even a hot night...
lovely, thanks so much for this entry into our contest
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Dying by degrees on a hot night...YES!
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The French mean something a little less permanent and rather more intense by "petite morte", hence the sensual tag
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Tight, concise and a real scorcher Jeff, well done and all the best.
mj.
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"little death" - ah it's a wee while since I heard that phrase.
So this is your shot at the "Summer Sizzler" eh? It'll do, bro.
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