Your harsh lips taste of my essence,
Conquering my reservations, my lingering guilt.
Exploiting my passions and my secret torments.
Your fingertips caress the fibers of my being,
A lyrical pain which provokes naught
But the purest pleasure,
Evokes miracles, that are reflected in your eyes.
Your hands ruthlessly spindle my mind and body,
As you slip my heart into your eager mouth and swallow.
Your eyes never leave mine as you absorb my
Amber essence and develop a taste for my trembling,
For my tears,
Winding me tightly around your desires.
Haunting my dreams with your laughter and your whispers.
- © Foxlette 2005
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Comments and critiques always welcomed.
Comments
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You obviously have been writing for some time. The word usage and passioned images suggest a muturity of spirit far beyond your age.
Regards,
Leo Long
ps. Thanks for reading and commenting on my work. I do appreciate it. -
My First impression was a pen dancing in fantacy flowing from the finger is a deep desire to exploit the deepest feeling that has hidden inside , I realy got in and was breeze by each line to flow and picture the true image, well the title beautiful ryhmed with the first line linking the rest line as the emotion and passion of the poet could be felt. This is a beautiful write up but i suggest thou the words are not too familiar but the last line seems out for me and not given the beautiful picture a very romatic piece that it was from the begining, You can imporove this poem if you try to stick hard on metaphors and you are able to mentain the speed of the picture you painting by use of more abstract and romatice creative ideals to polish the image with a teaser. you did really well i enjoyed reading every line and I appreaciate youe sensitivity good luck wish you best for the new year
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