I want to touch you,
that my lips tremble,
in whispering breathes
caressing the hairs
of your desires.
In swirling motions
on silken sheets,
in hypnotic candlelight.
joining as one,
forming intertwining needs
enveloping our fantasies.
In intimate words,
the heavens open up,
in stars becoming so brilliant,
as to make this night
a pure treasure
in flaming pleasure.
D.Lester Young (04/14/03)
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)
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|Reviewed by Micha Julian
and a lovely poem, wow...oh..oh My!
this is a sensual and quite, hmmm, 'inviting' write, so to speak, meaning it's just quite beautiful and sensual and romantic...flows beautifuuly,
|Reviewed by GEM
|Nice and sexy write.|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|David this is a classy, sensual beauty. Love everything about this poem.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a like the meter and flow to this poem...|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|flaming pleasure and a pure treasure to read...|
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Who don't like hypnotic candlelight?
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Mercy...this is delicious. Well done.|