A Jamaican full moon fills the
lily bedroom with a
glow that shines off
your sculptured body. Smooth
as clay, your skin covers
me like a blanket, so
warm and soft. Love
spills into me with every
soft kiss, every taste of
champagne on your tongue
every bitter sweet
sensation of your salty
skin; like satin so easy
to get lost into...
Fill me slowly, passionatley
to the brim of fulfillment
so soon. Love me to the edge
of my soul until my body can't
take no more. Lay
next to me in the Jamaican
moonlight, whisper our vows
again in my ear. I tremble again
as the truth sets in;
Your mine until death do us part
A contest entry
- Wedding Bells (a few options) by Immortale Bellezza.
450 points, ended September 18, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I wouldn't mind going to Jamaica with you on our honeymoon. Better yet, we should go some place cold because if you get the two of us together things will just get too fucking hot man.
I really loved the flow in this piece. It was so delicious. I read it out loud and it just rolled off my tongue, leaving the sweetest taste. I liked how the lines were so short.
The ending was kind of chilling. The beginning was all romantic and sensual and then the last line really brings reality into the piece. I never want to get married.
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I don't think I'd ever get married either. My boss at the cafe I work at has been dating this guy for twenty some years. They have a house, land, cars everything a married couple has but just not the title. So really who needs marriage?
Lets go to the tundra of Alaska and turn it into whatever we want. Besides your right; we're too hot for any place warm!!
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Beautiful picture of a honeymoon.
Love,
Tom B.
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Is this gonna be what it's like for us?
lol. Contrary to what you think, I like it, therefore it's good lol.
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