I NEED U,...:p

DowecheatemnhowDowecheatemnhow Posts: 158
edited February 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
You finger my body with words of desire;
and I am lost, completely vexed.
You make me burn, infinite fire;
and I am yours, utterly perplexed.

You kiss my lips with the breath of air,
and I savor your masculine taste.
You take me, caressing me everywhere,
rocking your hips, holding my waist.

You touch my skin with moonbeam sighs,
streaming through my window at night.
You slip in between my creamy thighs,
tonguing me softly till I scream in delight.

You suck my nipples with the cool blowing breeze,
moving your tongue around in delicate spheres.
You lay your body between my knees
and open me up till I plead in tears.

I beg of you take me as your lips hungrily feed
upon the flesh of my body, one with you.
I beg of you, fill me, fulfill my need,
this hunger burning and ripping me through.

You make love to me until my body stops aching,
and you lick and touch and taste your rose.
You consume all my passion till my legs are shaking,
until my heart just overflows.

And I ask of you again, "My darling, please!
I need you, to feel you, inside of me, anew;"
and you laugh as you once again part my knees
and give to me what I ask of you.

God! How I want you, hopelessly lost.
I hope you can feel my plight.
I love you and need you, no matter the cost.
Please, darling, make love to me, tonight.
I can hear what you're thinking,.. All your doubts & fears,... If U look in my eye,... In time you'll find,... the reason I'm here,.. In time U may come back somday,.. To live once more-- or die once more-- In time your time,... will be no more,...
Johnny Cash (to Frank Castle/The Punisher)
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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,265
    I have to say this isn't sloppy like many sex poems. It still reminds me of ice cream for some reason, I don't know why, but sex poems remind me of ice cream. Topography, by Sharon Olds does not remind me of ice cream, but the highway.
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  • Ms. Haiku wrote:
    I have to say this isn't sloppy like many sex poems. It still reminds me of ice cream for some reason, I don't know why, but sex poems remind me of ice cream. Topography, by Sharon Olds does not remind me of ice cream, but the highway.


    thanks sweetie,... glad u liked-- it's funny we're talking ice cream-- i am beyond depression and u just smike.... thanx from the bottom of my heart,... it's not easy to pour feelings into a public forum, ya know :)
    I can hear what you're thinking,.. All your doubts & fears,... If U look in my eye,... In time you'll find,... the reason I'm here,.. In time U may come back somday,.. To live once more-- or die once more-- In time your time,... will be no more,...
    Johnny Cash (to Frank Castle/The Punisher)
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