She held on
her fragile hands gripping
piercing into his masculine flesh
As their tongues exchanged ideas
in sweet communication
their mouths became one
as they fought to breathe
the air around them had been consumed
by the strong winds of passion.
He touched her,
and her virgin skin
bathed herself in the waves of his gentleness
and her heart raced within
causing her thoughts to sink her deeper
into sweet anticipation.
He was the commander in chief.
He held her, her smooth frame
brushing against his thighs
as he prepared her for the feast.
His neck, became an anchor
as her hands held on
and in an unusual style
he sat her upon
his heated altar
as he consumed the perfect sacrifice.
She cried out
as feelings of hurt and pleasure
waltzed accross the floor of her being
and she stared at him with trusting eyes
as he in gentle rythmn began to dance,
and their lovemaking,
slowly became
a mating ritual of two souls.
A contest entry
- HOT Adult Writes by Riftkin.
600 points, ended October 1, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This holds many strong images that really add to the intensity of the poem. I was totally captivated by the way you draw the reader in and keep them there to the end.
I love the ending:
and their lovemaking,
slowly became
a mating ritual of two souls.
This is so true when you love someone you do become the mating of two souls. I just loved this.
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Wonderful to read
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Thank you very much for entering my adult contest.
This is just outstanding.
Riftkin
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