Desire
by Danielle Mundy
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Rated "R" by the Author.
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Lying here thinking,
rememebering, feeling,
The way your lips feel on me,
How your hands move on my skin,
stroking down my throat.
Desire
Your teeth upon my shoulder, searching
the blood pulsing beneath.
The sound of your breathing.
The feel of your heartbeat under
my hand.
Desire
The way your sweat beads and
drips on me, sliding
sensuously between my breasts.
The way you feel when you are
moving with me, in me.
Desire
Your arms locked around me.
How your fingers search my hair.
The way you tense when I lick,
nibble your ear.
Holding your breath through
your climax.
Lying together entwined,
Shrouded in one another's sweat,
heat.
Though we are spent and worn,
Heat will arise and ignite the
inferno inside once
more which is
Desire.
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| Reviewed by Amira van Kerk |
7/27/2004 |
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Sigh! Don't we all know these desires?
I do!
Sometimes our hoping brings them back, sometimes we have to cope with reality that they are past. The hardest lesson to learn.
Perfect write. |
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| Reviewed by Jeff Mason |
7/21/2004 |
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| *Wonderful*, passionate depiction! Vivid imagery that speaks too loudly to be ignored. -- Jeff |
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| Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger |
7/21/2004 |
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| A very sensual and well-crafted piece of desirable poetry, Poet. I enjoyed the read. Welcome to the den, Poet Danielle Brooke Mundy. |
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