Pulling curtains
I see your face
Vivid impressions
You make with me
On our tossed bed
The once elegant
La chaise turned over
You ... in off white,
Erotic, lace, face down
On its pillows, feeling
Urges intensely
Pulling me
In
Burrowing treasure
I begged you for
Your soft, wet, canal
Warm and surging
Exciting and purging
Push against me--
Push ... against ...
Push ...
Trembling ...
A dominating surge
Comes--our fluid golden
Peaks come sliding
Down with thundering
Heated breaths and
Careless screams
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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