Jul 2015
we’ve created a mess
and we don’t care
grooves in the sand
where our feet
have been dragged
in a deluge of passion
jeans sprayed a sticky yellow
trickles of sweat
a discrete tattoo
my hand on your thigh
under your vest
a ***** hair-dripping bomb
you tug me closer
the catch of the day
I touch your lips
glistening in the sun
lose a breath
and fall into a fever
a flood of red and orange
and a thousand others
heart smacking against my ribs
a ferocious rhythm
as I taste your kiss
and we don’t care
grooves in the sand
where our feet
have been dragged
in a deluge of passion
jeans sprayed a sticky yellow
trickles of sweat
a discrete tattoo
my hand on your thigh
under your vest
a ***** hair-dripping bomb
you tug me closer
the catch of the day
I touch your lips
glistening in the sun
lose a breath
and fall into a fever
a flood of red and orange
and a thousand others
heart smacking against my ribs
a ferocious rhythm
as I taste your kiss
Written: July 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Took about fifteen minutes to complete, and was partially inspired by a picture I found. Feedback welcome as always. I think this is probably the 'sexiest' (for want of a better word) poem I've done, although that was the aim - to get the passion across.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP in the coming months.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Took about fifteen minutes to complete, and was partially inspired by a picture I found. Feedback welcome as always. I think this is probably the 'sexiest' (for want of a better word) poem I've done, although that was the aim - to get the passion across.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP in the coming months.
