His kisses burn a trail toward my heart
they cease their restless quest not to depart,
where lungs fight for the air they cannot find
and fingers trace a skin smooth and unlined,
long legs that trap a body in it's thrall
and stifles lips that need so much to call.
Author notes
Credit Artist: passion by Bersty ~Collected from Deviantart
A contest entry
- Sensual Semi-Quickie Pic Prompt by perfectsunset.
475 points, ended August 12, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow you really described the picture, and done so beautifully. Short & simple is always the best.. so much meaning and emotion in such brevity.
Wonderful write.
Best of luck & thanks for entering


