Your skin,
a dry isolated land,
dreamed as the sixth continent,
not recorded on maps yet.
A bay of your mouth
as a mineral, dark mystery
city of beastly ecstasies,
river of throbbing veins,
to crop in the routes open
for my navigation joys.
Kisses drizzle finesse
walking barefoot.
A contest entry
- Seductive Max 50 words 20 poets not a PIF by Unconscious-Energy.
1200 points, ended December 11, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hopefully waiting for your precious comments
Comments
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Loved the picture you painted. Well done...
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Fantastic write
I love the in and out of the box approach to this poem
Seducing in maps of lustful pleasure
Best wishes to you
Julie
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Wow. So sensual and soft. I loved this. I love the second stanza! Amazing imagery throughout my friend. Well done and good luck to you in the contest
Much love
Ylova
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