Stained-Glass Soul

Our moves, moans & emotions tessellate

You charge me like a bull

Raging, for a taste of warm flesh

An epicure of my skin,

Your fingers pull me apart 

As you pick & choose through this feast

I salivate for your hard, pulsating touch 

Feeding my libido,

You're my epitome of desire

Reviews

[Ees]

The soul is a strange and intangible thing and thusly a great subject for poetry, but I did not find evidence of soul in the poem, despite the title.
But I loved the poem. It was vibrant and charged. It was a moment. It's excitement and something that people who are lucky get to feel.

[sumayalibhai]

THanks for the feedback. I do admit, I wasn't feeling the 'soul' in the title either. Thanks for making me rethink that, I should change it :)