Touch me! Take me!
Her body cries, shameless,
as her heart cringes away
from the heat in your wicked eyes.
No! Don't stop!
her sighs are drawn, almost unwilling,
as your hands trail fire
across her sweat-slicked skin.
Oh, please! Please!
gasps torn from her throat
by the divine explorations
of your masterfully clever tongue.
Soft moans, deep sighs,
she writhes, helpless beneath
your burning gaze, as your fingers
draw brands upon her soul.
A shattering scream of ecstacy,
as you mold her body to your whim,
she's a willing player upon
your playground of carnal temptation.
In the aftermath, she turns to you,
"I hate you," the whispered words hoarse
with lingering passion, and her eyes
glare balefully into your own demon-dark orbs.
A devious grin capers sinfully
as you lazily stroke her body, watching
satisfied, as her need rises once more
and her body shifts with restless want.
"No you don't," you murmer softly
against the blazing core of her inferno.
Author notes
hah! I liked writing this, it's personal...I'm currently in this situation....I hate him, but my nerves he's just that good....
A contest entry
- For A Good Time Call This Number............ by nichtmich.
700 points, ended August 31, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - BATTLE OF THE GOLDS by Swan song.
5500 points, ended September 6, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
Comments
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Very impressive and deserving of a gold no doubt.
Kind of kept me askig what's next so you had my attention
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This poem spoke to me deeply. "her body shifts with restless want" hot and steamy to the nth degree. Ahhhh, I guess there are worse situations to be in
Congratulations on the Gold!
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Lust isn't Love
A very hot piece--Flows very well--Lust is sometimes seen as love but time will dispell that for love is enduring while lust is soon quenched with use.
BW
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