To gently brush away your hair,
slowly caress your cheek
Slide my hand behind your neck,
to study your physique
Staring deep into those hazel eyes,
I see your inner flame
My finger to outline your lips,
beginning now our game
With wetness on my finger,
you tease me with your look
As both now feel our juices,
start flowing like a brook
Slowly I bite your lip so dear,
tongue crosses pinkened skin
Then lightly slide from side to side,
slipping now within
Clutching at your hair,
our tongues in fair ballet
Engrossed and breathing heavy,
just is how we play
The minutes seem to crawl on past,
feeding our desires
Clutching to our passions need,
we fertilize loves fire
Author notes
Prompt: pic and title supplied by Swan Song
A contest entry
- EVERY KISS YOU GIVE by Swan song.
800 points, ended May 24, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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smoking!!!!! in a big big way thank you for entering
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Very nice take on the prompt.
Sheila
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Lovely inded,
good luck love with this, it kicks ass .,,,mine.
Love ya
Passions
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I could remove it now, I already won the prize I was looking for, the smile on your face
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