her eyes were pools of passion
inviting me to test the waters of her soul
they whispered without words
of lonely nights and unfulfilled desires
raising my curiosity and hope
to know the woman behind the smile
impish smile from full crimson lips
parted slightly in a mysterious summons
to sample their red velvet spice
i needed to push my tongue between
and taste the sweet fire of her mouth
god surely created to be tasted
so readily i imagined her
decadently supine beneath me
with her elongated scarlet nails
plowing the muscles of my bleeding back
her wild cries of pleasure unleashed
as i cultivated her once fallow garden
DJ,
you've cornered the market on sensuality and sex; a strong build-up to that final pulsating climatic stanza, nails blood and ploughing.
Hot poetry!
John
*faints* Your lines whispered deep into the depths ... and leave me undone, totally spent - whew, few write romance the way you do, Don Juan. Excellent!
Hot! DJ, you have come a long ways in your sensual writes...sexy and daring and this music gets me hot! You are really putting it to the passion and this style will keep your fans coming back for more! Awesome...
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you've cornered the market on sensuality and sex; a strong build-up to that final pulsating climatic stanza, nails blood and ploughing.
Hot poetry!
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I definitely Feel like makin love....
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Love,
Sage