Mar 2015
slapdash rush
collision of lips
that open like flowers
eyes acorn-brown
red lust flush
blooms from fingers to toes
tingle of fire
licks through veins
like dripping water
skin on skin flickers
and hot sleepy breaths
quirks and delights
together as one
potent potpourri
taste of oranges
and cinnamon
something entirely
new
collision of lips
that open like flowers
eyes acorn-brown
red lust flush
blooms from fingers to toes
tingle of fire
licks through veins
like dripping water
skin on skin flickers
and hot sleepy breaths
quirks and delights
together as one
potent potpourri
taste of oranges
and cinnamon
something entirely
new
Written: March 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - what is kissing like to somebody who has never experienced it?
Feedback always welcome and appreciated.
NOTE: 224 older poems of mine will be removed from HP in the coming weeks (161 from 2012, 43 from 2013, 18 from 2014, 2 from 2015).
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - what is kissing like to somebody who has never experienced it?
Feedback always welcome and appreciated.
NOTE: 224 older poems of mine will be removed from HP in the coming weeks (161 from 2012, 43 from 2013, 18 from 2014, 2 from 2015).
