New flames

wayofthedrunkenpenwayofthedrunkenpen Posts: 27
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Her breath scorched the air
With words of passion
The force of her desire hit me
And I fell, wounded
Her honey dialect licked my soul
Gushing through my ears
And drowning me with lust
I lay silent.
Her skin drew closer.
Smouldering.
I reached out and she took my hand.
She rose above me looking down.
Words abated as her lips touched mine.
But words were unnecessary
Her body talked now.
And mine listened and replied
And we shouted out our feelings
As the night disappeared around us.
Up here in my tree
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  • *whew*

    :)
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • Hope that means you liked it
    Up here in my tree
  • i do :)
  • Good stuff, very visual!
    ".....this land is mine, this land is free
    i'll do what i want, but irresponsibly
    it's evolution baby...."
  • Originally posted by wayofthedrunkenpen
    Hope that means you liked it

    yes,
    i liked it :)
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    ah... sex on paper. good stuff good stuff.

    I'd say perhaps honeyED dialect, if it makes sense.. don't mean to offend.

    and who doesn't love it when the night disappears in sensual haze?
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Maybe honeyed dialect does sound better. Just know she had a lovely Irish voice that could melt. Cheers for the comments.
    Up here in my tree
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