Time spent
in thoughts of you,
I feel your heat
across the miles.
I dance my desire
across your mind
in words that lick
your feminine senses.
A slow dance
that brings your smell close to me.
Your heat, your want
slowly engulfs your mind.
My excitement, my heat,
my needs increase.
Our entwining sensuality
accelerates our rhythm,
faster,
our pulse quickens,
your need fills my desire.
Out of control,
we fall into each others dream.
We fulfill all our fantasies
with mental touches,
as we stroke ourselves
to mutual satisfaction.
Author notes
An edit that was sorely needed. Thanks Tara
A contest entry
- Summer Sizzler...Men Only by Dalaney.
1300 points, ended August 14, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I do think this is nice, except it has too many ing words
I hope you will edit some into other forms of the verb...
thanks so much for entering
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Thanks, you're right
I must have been sleeping, instead of reading and thinking. Now I'll be revising and editing. I'm thanking you for looking, sharing and commenting. LOL
Sorry HAD to get it out of my system, Thanks Tara
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