Secretly yours and primeval beat,
Our virgin bodies are preceding production.
Skins generating indispensable heat,
An artistic cadence of vital seduction.
Touch, smell, and kiss- my soul is complete.
Feel the lines and curves as an introduction
An open valley, come, no need to be discreet.
I want everyone to know the suction
Your kisses derives of my mind, let us replete
The endless strokes, which broke an artist’s construction
Of painting you smoothly and slowly, your love’s a treat.
A contest entry
- Love making ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended November 26, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
how do you feel?
Comments
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Ah..the endless strokess..what a sketch you have shared..beautiful indee..well done..and thanks for sharing such a piece..
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thank you
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Lovely poem. Good luck in the contest
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