Oasis of Love
Thunder rattles the sky
Lighting flashes right before our eyes.
The clouds begin to creep,
Down pours of rain, soaking the ground underneath our feet.
Rivers and creeks begin to fill their veins
While gust of wind seem to blow untamed,
Lighting strikes, as you scratch my back
Now we reverse the role and I’m in the back.
Thunder roars as we cry out in passion and pain.
In this tropical storm, we give birth to romance and lust,
You pull, I push, and we thrust. Puddles of water at our feet
A blanket of rain to cover while we creep. The storms almost over with one thought on my mine, an oasis of love as we entwine
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I really liked this. The metaphor isn't subtle, but carries well enough that this reads as both erotic and visual without being crass. Was your use of 'pores' instead of 'pours' intentional? Obviously it could be referencing skin, which plays a pretty big part in the whole process :-p
Not sure about Oasis of Love being capitalised in the body of the poem. It seems a little forced when you write it like that.
Overall a good piece of erotica. Well done!
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