I feel you, Beats of your heart speak to me. Your aromatic passion Sings your song of souls, I feed... In poetry, I dash to you, With essence of desire, I adore you.. Your body stands in awe, Awaiting duel, us draw. I taste you, Honeysuckle liquid love, Erupts from you; Enchanted, on my knees, I kiss you.. Taste you; Desire, passion, sex, romance.. I love you!
THE imagery of this piece astounds me! I LOVE exotic content but sometimes afraid to express it through my eyes. My mind is out there and reading this inspired me, so thank you for sharing!
this is excellent. you've just found a way to make felacio seem beautiful. the problem with the world is that our first reaction to a thought of giving pleasure to one person shoots us straight to thinking "prostitutes" and drug deals. what's wrong with making someone you love feel good, even if everyone else thinks it's dirty? right?
There is a flow which is almost sexual in this poem, filled with innuendos and yet they can be perceived as an innocent word or two.
Good job with this
* You will either love me, or hate me. Love, being the cataclysmic, overwhelming abundance of passion, hope and enduring. I am not for the fain of heart.
Real, daring, blunt .. human.
I am..in a.. more..