Our bodies are not sacred
Yet I still feel ashamed
As you caress my bare skin
The sound of death outside us
But in this room we are Gods
The world but a distant memory
No surprise that our lips meet
Your body now against me
Duality in a single moment
My lips and tongue my tools
To have you share your warmth
My frozen heart is but a memory
A single moment of silence
As you hold my body in place
I close my eyes and breathe
Lust and love now intertwined
As you penetrate me
Our bodies finally one
A sharp pain within
As you cleanse me
My sins but a memory
The pain slowly fades
Leaving only lust
As you moan my name
Tears betray my eyes
Yet a smile still forms
Another duality to gain
The moment finally arrives
Euphoria the only truth
Our bodies truly one
You release your seed within me
A warmth overtaking my being
I am truly born again
I cry your name even after the conclusion
Because I covet your every touch
Which you readily offer me
Held against your chest
I pray my first selfish prayer
That you will never release me
Author notes
Well I was planning on making this a bit more discreet, but it is the turning point of the series... and for that I believe that this is necessary. Oh random fun fact, The protagonist is actually two years older, though the poem doesn't even hint at it.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Hmmmm
Oh I know this feeling. Being bound to someone by passion and fused to their skin! This poem says everything I wanted to about ... uhm... acertain experiance with a certain someone. I cannot believe how absolutely true it is to that experiance. I wrote about it and Id like YOU to review it if you will. Belog ye to me. please let me know your thoughts on it.
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Nice Work
Lots of imagery and nice diction. Of course, as a minimalist, I feel that you can make it stronger by trimming it down to its powerful core, but that is just MH
Keep up the good work!
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You set the scene for the series well in the first poem. a little ambiguous for my tastes, but well written. As you may gather from my comment I read each segment. I applaud your effort. Happy trails.
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