Touch

[Lonelypoet]

Touch

Her fingers explore my skin,
the heat from their touch within my bones,
does spin its web of passion.

My blood races faster on its course,
completing the cycle, back to its source,
so then comes the rush I'm after.

Her breath does burn my flesh,
with its scourching power,
so she brands my skin with her lips,
as I entered her moistened flower.

My mouth descends her neck, and my teeth,
they grip her shoulder,
the rhythm now which we have set,
causes our bodies to smolder.

Her globes of flesh are standing firm,
their buds are hard and ready,
and as my tongue explores their crests,
her breath becomes unsteady.

My mind explodes in ecstacy,
as sweat speeds down my face,
the flames of passion now subside,
as we lie in a numb embrace.

Her voice is calm and soothing,
as we lie and hold each other,
and now I'm drifting off to sleep,
by the soft, sweet touch of my lover.

 

[wildsweetone]

i like this one too Lonelypoet. to me the last three stanzas seem to have a better rhythm than the first four. it's like you relaxed and let the words flow... the rhyme for the third and fourth work fine, but i think it's the syllable count that's not right. (i'm not very good with rhyme and that syllable count thing hopefully somebody else will comment and make better sense than my waffling.)

 

[Lonelypoet]

Thank you, Wildsweetone for commenting on "Touch." Syllable count? I just write, and intentionally made it flow that way. I never pay attention to a particular pattern when it comes to poetry. In other words, to me, in poetry, there are no set "rules," for "rules" destroy "creativity," and they make you conform to a particular guideline, and I never subject myself to that, for I just write. I have never read one book on how to write poetry, nor attended one seminar for it, either. I just write. Please watch the movie, "Dead Poets Society" and you will see where I am coming from, but I do appreciate your kind comments.

~ Lonelypoet

P.S. When it comes to poetry, I follow no "rules," just simply write from the heart.

 

[bluerains]

erotic and pleasing

what more is there to say...this touches the senses like a nice glass of wine from Oz...

 

[Lonelypoet]

Thank You!

Bluerains,
Thank you for saying my poem was "like a fine wine from Oz." Wow, that was nice, thanks! And, you titled it, erotic and pleasing. I have always loved "eroticism." One of my favorite erotic songs is by Madonna, and it is titled, "Justify My Love," and I also love her song, "Fever." I love "Erotica."

Sincerely,
Jim

P.S. Loreena McKennett is awesome, simply love her music, especially her CD called, "Book Of Secrets." I love that CD!

 

[gypziedoll]

Touch

Her fingers explore my skin,
the heat from their touch within my bones,
does spin its web of passion.

My blood races faster on its course,
completing the cycle, back to its source,
so then comes the rush I'm after.

Her breath does burn my flesh,
with its scourching power,
so she brands my skin with her lips,
as I entered her moistened flower.

My mouth descends her neck, and my teeth,
they grip her shoulder,
the rhythm now which we have set,
causes our bodies to smolder.

Her globes of flesh are standing firm,
their buds are hard and ready,
and as my tongue explores their crests,
her breath becomes unsteady.

My mind explodes in ecstacy,
as sweat speeds down my face,
the flames of passion now subside,
as we lie in a numb embrace.

Her voice is calm and soothing,
as we lie and hold each other,
and now I'm drifting off to sleep,
by the soft, sweet touch of my lover.

what a wonderful expression of unbridled passion between lovers....i loved this one....