You breathe my name
my back arches
your hands move over
my belly
soft, quivering
your deep eyes
smoldering with love
find mine
as you cradle my hips
pausing before my altar
holding creation between your hands
I stop breathing
waiting, wanting
your offering....
BAN © December 24, 2008
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arches and hips, a woman's curve. It's perfect architecture. The Linear and the Circular come together perfectly. A woman's beauty is more than the earth can give or forgive. -awesome poem!
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The linear and the circular...I like the way you put that, thank you much for enjoying...
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mmm... very sensual. love is potrayed in so many different ways, but in so few words, you have described the ultimate sensation.
to look into the eyes of the one you love, and feel the passion they share with you, just that moment right before the consumation is truly an awesome gift.
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So much joyful scenario resulting from the feelings of the love around the words and it brings the quite natural poetry into the words..love it..well done...
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your replies are a joy to read...thank you so much for reading.
~Beth
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