Caress me
The line of my hips
and mold me with your musical touch
Make me feel
a woman
with the soft, ripe, plush of my mouth
and the curve of my throat
as I arch, and give myself to your
manipulative ministrations
You play me like a fine instrument
Knowing just when to pluck
my strings
You create me
a perfect concerto
reaching crescendo with
your sweet orchid lips
Make me rise and fall
until the final note
dies away
in my flesh
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Written June 11th, 2004
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It is a beautiful poem that echoes the desires and the needs within all of us. And it also illustrates those passions from their beginning to their ultimate completion.
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Tasty
This is a first for me as far as your poetry is concerned. Great unique style and extremely sentual. Write more.
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MMMmmm...I agree with Midlife. This is the first time I have read any of your work I can see that I am going to have to venture out a liitle more. Very delicious piece here! Thank you for sharing it.
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This needs no introduction
Very nice. The picture it creates is very well "orchestrated"! Thank you so much for sharing this piece. MLP...S -
Wow this is really good, i love the metaphor, its nice to read erotica poetry that is kind of pretty and classier than most other
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