"washs" poems
The curvature of her enthrals me, ever
Calling me to her body, so still can she
be, motionless but underneath she is as
Irrational as any one could really be.
Her mood like everything can change,
She is impercive in her vocal structure
That I ride with every word, till I fall
Off the tip of her tongue.
I crash beneath her, but she lets go, letting
Me breath resting upon her. I love to be
With her, she surrounds me, I feel her upon
My skin and relish her touch, we are one.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Hands caress our lips kiss our
Tongues dance.
Our bodies move in rhythm lost in
A moment of bliss.
Desire flame washs over us listening as our crys dance in the night.
Your finger tips slide down my back
Sending shivers down my spine.
His eyes widen my heart races and shakes.
Locked in a trembling embrace wiping the tears away.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 3:45 AM UTC