Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
revolute-jayPoems
Brushing my hand against perfect skin. Like water through my fingers, air on my cheek The smell, the taste, all of her Make me weak I can’t speak Outline every curve, muscle, and line Tasting her from the sides; then from behind Glowing after the light isn’t shown Wishing these ears could really hear the moan With the drip Down those lovely thighs Melting into each perfect breast And both curious eyes Unleash, relieve her Feel and conceive her This soul open in front of me An everlasting rose, quenching my thirst It is me who wants to go first The shoulders. Designed and perfected Pulsing; another rose resurrected Feeling a rhythm then feeling another Shallow breathing, in and out of the other Ear, nose, hand, rose Long neck below the lips I crave Sweet, sweet smile, a tongue misbehaved Powerful, slick, when breathing my name The mist from her fountain Last night when she came Her hands, each finger, each knuckle Unlike a ligament, or tendons, or a bundle of veins Touching, being touched, give, take, point, aim So many watches, numbers on clocks Demanding to be acknowledged, but A trembling **** does not cause a disorder Or have small hands making life grow shorter Her insides make room, my hand in her time So slender, so delicate, constantly to remind There’s nothing  else of this kind Wet lips, kiss, taste, devour Painting her picture minute after hour Her fountain is my ***** body’s shower Hearing her voice’s forgotten power Her calves can hold the weight of her world The perfect size, length, a curve when she’s curled I feel her shiver Imagine her skin on my skin I deliver My self, entirely to her pink, red rose Deaf to her hunger for the next dripping pose I hold her close Feel the life in her body Wanting to give her mine As my eyes become cloudy Her hair, softer than my skin can feel Pull remembering I’m awake, it’s real Her lips on mine, a leak then a flood on her tongue My love and her body will keep us both young Drenched Lost in her waves, for this there will be no cure I stared at her hands, wanted mine inside her Having hers inside me My world changes, eyes opened to see She is free Her body is the sun, the leaves falling from a tree Touching me To spread the feeling Of the skin that is free How sweet Is that curve against curve, Smoothed out by a craftman’s eyes Each hair placed gently, each smile, each line Like a toy, I wind and and I wind Breaking the dam, and then some of mine Hearing her come as my life’s wind chime Her body. Is a connection of twists and turns Like a map I must remember to learn Every muscle flexes with mine Even our sweat beads are frozen in time
0
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 7:10 AM UTC
Painting Curves
Brushing my hand against perfect skin. Like water through my fingers, air on my cheek The smell, the taste, all of her Make me weak I can’t speak Outline every curve, muscle, and line Tasting her from the sides; then from behind Glowing after the light isn’t shown Wishing these ears could really hear the moan With the drip Down those lovely thighs Melting into each perfect breast And both curious eyes Unleash, relieve her Feel and conceive her This soul open in front of me An everlasting rose, quenching my thirst It is me who wants to go first The shoulders. Designed and perfected Pulsing; another rose resurrected Feeling a rhythm then feeling another Shallow breathing, in and out of the other Ear, nose, hand, rose Long neck below the lips I crave Sweet, sweet smile, a tongue misbehaved Powerful, slick, when breathing my name The mist from her fountain Last night when she came Her hands, each finger, each knuckle Unlike a ligament, or tendons, or a bundle of veins Touching, being touched, give, take, point, aim So many watches, numbers on clocks Demanding to be acknowledged, but A trembling **** does not cause a disorder Or have small hands making life grow shorter Her insides make room, my hand in her time So slender, so delicate, constantly to remind There’s nothing  else of this kind Wet lips, kiss, taste, devour Painting her picture minute after hour Her fountain is my ***** body’s shower Hearing her voice’s forgotten power Her calves can hold the weight of her world The perfect size, length, a curve when she’s curled I feel her shiver Imagine her skin on my skin I deliver My self, entirely to her pink, red rose Deaf to her hunger for the next dripping pose I hold her close Feel the life in her body Wanting to give her mine As my eyes become cloudy Her hair, softer than my skin can feel Pull remembering I’m awake, it’s real Her lips on mine, a leak then a flood on her tongue My love and her body will keep us both young Drenched Lost in her waves, for this there will be no cure I stared at her hands, wanted mine inside her Having hers inside me My world changes, eyes opened to see She is free Her body is the sun, the leaves falling from a tree Touching me To spread the feeling Of the skin that is free How sweet Is that curve against curve, Smoothed out by a craftman’s eyes Each hair placed gently, each smile, each line Like a toy, I wind and and I wind Breaking the dam, and then some of mine Hearing her come as my life’s wind chime Her body. Is a connection of twists and turns Like a map I must remember to learn Every muscle flexes with mine Even our sweat beads are frozen in time
Copyright © Jimena Zavaleta 2012
revolute-jay
Written by
revolute-jay
American
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 7:10 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem