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PS Rowland Jan 2014
The caress of your words against my skin.

The feel of your love as it deepens within.

The passion in your eyes as they bore through my soul.

Our inner connection is what makes me feel whole.

Your wanton desire lay bare before me.

My moans in your ear are my heartfelt plea.

The need for more as our bodies entwine.

Blending into one,  I'm yours and you're mine.
© All Rights Reserved P.S. Rowland
Hg Aug 7
i can
sculpt
her lips
and the way
they close

i can
carve
her voice
and the way
it moans

i can
play
her pulse
on a
piano

but
she can’t
do the same
with a heart
of stone
©Hg
Cné Oct 2017
The surf provides lullabies
as ocean echoes roll.
Too soon, the sunlight glitters
as the dawn turns gray to gold.

I wake and I rub my eyes
beside the sandy beach
My love beside me, languid lips
within an easy reach.

I whisper, sweet good mornings
as your dreams I brush away.
You stretch and yawn, responding to
requests to "come and play".

Lingered memories caress,
of last night's rising moon
with silver waves and ripples,
beyond the dark lagoon.

In shades of colors that mix and smudge
you take your time, no rush
My ******* tingle, at the thought
upon my skin, spreads flush.

In reverie, flutters reminisce,
your wanton body on mine.
Whispered moans in my ear, you ******,
"I'm yours", I hear on rewind.
When last night's... turns into this morning's
It all starts with a love story.
A summer  a kiss a smell and a glass of wine.

Feel the scent of the life is so good.
But keeping us sane every day is difficult.
The city smells like burned hearts.
We can  love each other,  if you want.
Your kiss tasted of honesty yesterday.
You destroyed me last night with your stare

Can I show you what I have under my skin?


Do you like my messy hair?
 Do you like my makeup blurred?
Do you like my 70's style?

I slept at your door, after that party.
You liked the scent of my youth in your bed.
You said that I was needy so I got that one.

I saw everyone running to an unnamed place.
I came back to your house.
I danced softly for you.
You touched your lips to my neck.
But you did not kiss me.
I felt your breath,
I liked to feel it because your mouth is mine

You like to play with me.
I'm not a loser.

The red dress is lying on the floor.
 The scent of your body's scent on me.

Make me moan like yesterday, tonight .
You thought I was a young woman with insatiable desires.

I'm not a pain lover
I'm just a lover of heat.
I like to watch people burn

Would you burn for me?

I just want you to burn for me.


I'll let you burn in the fire of love.
I'll let you burn in the fire of passion
I want you to scream for me.

Burn in the fire of love.
Burn until I can no more.
I want to hear your moans of pain.

As I dance gently in front of the mirror.
While I sing for you.
I want to find you in ashes.
I like to see the perfect tune of the flames.
Would you burn in the fire for me?
lX0st Nov 2014
I'm drowning in your moans
Every word that melts from your lips
Floods the room about us
Suffocating me into believing
That I would be satisfied
Spending my last moments
Staring into your eyes
Breathless
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