gems sitting among hardened rocks sparkling, colors filled of knowing something i pick up a red one and rub its color in my palms an instant warm of softer heart, relaxed limbs and moistened lips seductive and sensual my dress strap slips over my shoulder cascading hair escapes its clip i wanted more, it was not enough as it worked its magic beyond my senses potent was the spell of desire delivering near agony a anguish of pulse throughout my veins at quickened pace blushing limbs, hands and face| i panted, eyes a glaze seeking your mouth, lips, and tongue to sate this flame ignited slowly, you said with full control as you taunt and tease with dragons breath, dripping both hot and wet upon my lips, neck and breasts then with a lion’s purr you shift into a king of beasts growling, you bite my inner thighs i squeal to your pleasure pain raking my claws across your mane the animals’ lust consuming us we roll and tumble pure passion unleashed desire could be so wickedly sweet lion now turns into rearing steed and mounts to ride his wanting pride already i’m screaming, to the stars we fly, and like a rocket you lift us off beyond the place where everything twinkles and glitters all night you throb, you moan, your forehead beads sweat meanwhile that gemstone is glowing fire red heating that friction we’d come to know of the heat and the fury sparked so long ago visions of faces, of lifetimes, and ancients swirl the room oh god, i scream as the room fills of light like a command performance to the holy night my arms wrapped around holding on tight as wings from your back burst into sight you wing us to a soft silky petal we are now reduced in size we roll in the nectar still kissing each other the passion waning into heartfelt love compassion and kindness gentles our mood with caress and soft touches making love in the petals dissolving into something so beyond our selves liquid and languid like a silk worm’s cocoon happy and sated as we melt away i hear that gemstone tumbling free landing below at the petal’s feet where it waits for another somewhere in time, its secret to be discovered.....
Love this colourful and sensual depiction of passion... All-encompassing and transcendent in the ways in which it makes us feel "at one" with every element of life and living, all things animate and inanimate. And I like the way you so bring to life the inherent qualities of those talisman substances which can quicken our very sense of being alive in the most passionate sense, firing us up in every way. TY Kate xx
"...make love in the petals, dissolve into something..." the transition of love from the cocoon to a flying butterfly.
A sensuos yet delicate poem.
Georg
I love this fiercly passionate write that evokes the feral passion of the beast and the jungle and all things brought down to the lowest common denominator...desire.
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Well done!!
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Thanks,
Dan
A sensuos yet delicate poem.
Georg
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