Addiction in one night

Addiction in one night

A Poem by Airila
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Last night I kissed my friend Ben for the first time...I was really hyperactive and idle....i just wanted to try it...now I can't stop thinking of it

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Its the first time I kissed him
I made the move
Most hyperactive move I may add
But...it was so intoxicating
Now its stuck in my mind
He pulled me away
So that I was all his
Held me tight
Bit my lips
Grabbed my hips
Pulling me in slowly
Weak in the knees
Oh the gods torture me so
But it was worth it
Just to feel his lips on mine
His tongue play with mine
His hands touching mine
Being in his arms
I've wanted to do that for so long
I was finally brave enough
I made the move
I pulled him in that first time
He pulled me the 2nd and 3rd
Oh I want him
His kiss is so addictive
Oh what do I do?
I can't get him out of my head
That energy, that he sent into me
We've traded energy before
But that...was by far...the most mind-blowing feeling ever
The lust...oh the sweet lust
He tasted like candy
His fire....
Sigh

© 2010 Airila


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Hehe that's okay hun...thank you

Posted 15 Years Ago


Yeah . . . Like Coyote said: Some of the best moments in life are ones of pure desire. After all, what is humanity of we do not enjoy the very things that set us apart from mere engines of logic and philosophy?

Sorry, I lack a greek quote for this one.

Posted 15 Years Ago


You know I love it when you review my poems....thanks hun

Posted 15 Years Ago


You wrote a beautiful poem of desire and emotion. I like the story in the words. We can be overtaken by desire. Best moments in a life. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on January 25, 2010
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Airila
Airila

Kingston, Jamaica



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