how my pores
will sometimes and relentlessly
pour
joy, when it’s too much to contain;
and now I’m leaving puddles all around your room.
determinedly, and without notice,
you scoot your body close against mine.
Each subtle movement of you,
alongside me,
does not go unnoticed.
we shake, as if nervous that such beauty
could overtake us
without consequence.
we shake until our faces hurt from happiness.
how in the night,
unfolding, yearning, reaching,
grasping, holding. we re-intertwine.
and you beckon me with a gruff whisper:
come here, come here
You, warm and sturdy
my cold little hand resting on your hip.
A contest entry
- Quickie a la Sensual by Kathraina.
460 points, ended April 15, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Create Desire (20th Contest) by Trixie08.
1000 points, ended June 10, 34 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
Creative write.
Flows very well and good imagery here.
Marvelous job.
Thank you for entering
♥ Kate
Adding your comment:
