a rosebud
parting between your fingers
my breasts a perfume
offering a delusive place for hands to unfurl
the light of the sun
rests between our sighs
and the tingle of a summer's wind
falls upon our lust
your manly attire darts strawberry-ward
where secrets and scents are brought to birth.
with the passionate bloom of expectancy
we inhale the ardent aroma
of a world aflame with desire
The only limit to our encounter
is at the boundaries of your imagination.
Author notes
because I wanna fill you
A contest entry
- fuck me... by sheltered.
700 points, ended February 7, 2009, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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how the hell did this one miss the finalist list??? I loved how you captured the essence of enticement. very erotic write. kudos!
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like a John Lennon grad party
for the newly seeing
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this is simply amazing
each word i tasted and inhaled and visualized and felt. simply divine
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Lovely...I'm filled
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This is classy. You got the measurements right, girl.
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This is such a beautiful way of being filled. The softness penned from the depths of your ambrosiac love is a smooth storm, seducing all of the senses. In your embrace of imagination, new wonders are excitedly explored, discovered and relished. This is an intriguing and most enjoyable peek into that realm. Thanks for sharing and best wishes in the comp
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This is something I haven't seen from you before, I love that this is so tastefully done with the right about of imagination anything can happen. Best to you in the contest
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lol not sure if 'he' has any boundaries but I'll let him say that for himself lol
C
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