"We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness. We need others physically, emotionally, intellectually: we need them if we are to know anything, even ouselves."
-C.S. Lewis
If I were to kiss the palms of his hands
Pour oils as sweet as nectar to soothe his pines
If I were to kiss his fingertips then trace a line to his palms
Caress them to my cheek where they belong
If I were to take his hands in rhythmic yearning
Press to my breast to ease his fitful burning
Then press my lips to his lonesome mouth
T'would ease the more his sad and turned down pout.
I agree with Jerry 100%...that is the very feeling
that came to ME, reading this lovely poem!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 29, 2004
You could not have put a better picture up there for this damn sexy poem. Black and white. Pulp fiction. Susan Rowe. Well done.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on July 29, 2004
Susan, this is just fabulous passionate poetry at its finest. Incredible imagery and very sensuous, and you are so right my friend, sometimes you must take the lead and try to help take away the frown off someone else’s kisser. I am sure you’ll have no problem achieving that goal. Take him with you on your walk around the property. Just don’t forget the picnic basket, and have a nice blanket around of course…lol. Have lots of fun in the sun, and watch his and your smile grow as wide as the heavens above. Peace thru enjoying some afternoon delight.
Psychic wiccan Deja Hamilton pulls shapeshifter Lincoln McCabe from the lake, and the two form an alliance against the covetous older brother who wants Lincoln dead.
Psychic wiccan Deja Hamilton pulls shapeshifter Lincoln McCabe from the lake, and the two form an alliance against the covetous older brother who wants Lincoln dead.
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Wonderful passionate poem.
Warm hugs
Elga
Reindeer
that came to ME, reading this lovely poem!
Superb poem!
My O'My!!
Love Tinka
The passion expressed here awesome.
Amy
Excellently written.
Lisa