7/7/08
My Kind of Love
My love is not the flowers and chocolate kind
Although, they may sometimes be a prelude
A fierce unflinching look is needed to arouse my quintessence
No pretty phrases to muddy up my consciousness
My love is not soft whispered phrases or lingering gazes
Only the roaring of lioness, “Do not trifle with me!”
It is the combat of intimacy; No quarter asked or given
It is sweat, primal, raw, and without fear
My love is not the trickle of a stream
It is the Bearing Sea in January, Victoria Falls in July
Bodies thrashing into oblivion; souls immersed in the fray
There is no half measure; my love is not the light and fleeting kind
Copyright 2008 Holly Dawn Hewlett
A contest entry
- Best Prewrites From July 2008 by amaranthine lover.
2800 points, ended November 18, 2008, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Vivid concentration of love's force, could be intimidating, except for those called and/or chosen.
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A nice piece.
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Forceful write...it seems you know yourself very well. Thanks for sharing!
Az
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your love is enough to be drowned and get lost in that ...really beautiful
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WOW OUTSTANDING
What a intriguing and interesting write. I was blowing away with your words. I really enjoyed this great poem. "I will read more. You should enter this in a contest. I loved this stance;
My love is not soft whispered phrases or lingering gazes
Only the roaring of lioness, “Do not trifle with me!”
It is the combat of intimacy; No quarter asked or given
It is sweat, primal, raw, and without fear"
LISA
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mmmm. I like your kind of love, primal, in your face and thrusting,
two flesh collisions starting with tongues above, tongues below, devouring, pacifying, then another tongue hitched in many practiced strokes to the waggin that waits its connection...lol...nice~~Artis
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http://allpoetry.com/poem/4459751 .... just thought your poem went well with my poem... Love what you do, Poetess... Love, Lane
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