Kiss me beneath the blankets of precipitation,
in this moment where only we exist.
With the stroke of an artist and the feet of a dancer,
the water paints a picture that I clench to,
embrace with the strength of a longing lover.
The course feeling of your skin pressed upon mine
and the sharp sensation as you taste my bottom lip,
provides me with shivers, the all knowing, the reality of it all;
this could be the end!
I will forever lock my hands within your hair,
And dare to distinguish between the burns of the arctic rain upon our skin,
And the warmth of our tears that mesh in a linking reality.
A contest entry
- FIRST KISS IN THE POURING RAIN! by Bohemianwriter.
850 points, ended October 22, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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"and the sharp sensation as you taste my bottom lip" that defanitley hit an emotion of mine!
a magical write!
THANKS FOR ENTERING!
AND GOOD LUCK!
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