I would enclose him with arms of fire;
delicate, warming, and fleetingly there.
A hearth near the heart, feathery embers pulsating
to a fiery orange beat.
A golden radiant brume I could carry alight
in the palm of my amorous hand.
I’d linger close to his body, and shower him in
the golden caramel mist
that I carried so fondly alight.
With lightning bolts for fingertips, I would, nearly touching,
trace his eyes, so much like sparkling gems, to match his noble
marbled face.
I would sing of devotion to him, my lips riding the surge
of vigor along his muscled jaw.
That most magnetic spot of all
glows lightly upon his brow
I’d give a kiss and tell him so
as he would hold sweetly onto me.
He’d say with charm and suavity,
“Girl, would you be my own?”
Author notes
Samantha Marie
A contest entry
- depressing or love poems. by SiC.
500 points, ended October 16, 73 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i remember already commetning this one, but I guess I didn't. Usual good work from you. What I've come to expect. Nice job, nice wording. Looking forward to new posts.
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Thanks abe
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SAMATHY!!! This is beautiful. YOo are sooo good at the wordiness of your dictionary it's unbelievable. I had to once look up lexicon in the dictionary... yesh, I R idiot. lol. Well anyways. This is supertacular. The best I've ever read. Even though I understood not a word of it. hahaha. Wonderful job.
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Lol thanks Matty!
Your comments always make my day!
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