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Created on: June 30, 2008
Slowly,
with finessing fingertips
and then your lips
you take me apart.
Right from the start
your touch and your taste
urgent, compelling
pledging, taunting and telling
us to take.
To give
restlessly, rolling around
silence the only sound
pulsating, purging the need
overloaded with greed
darkness, instantly radiates
flows, triumphantly annihilates
climactically completes
our passion
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Poetry: Passion
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Oh! Temptress Muse
You gorgeous and voluptuous inspiration of mischievous measure, my sensual temptress,
I always thought I'd like to be,
that kid atop
a sycamore tree,
or the old man
playing checkers
in the park.
Young lovers stroll
arm
We Lay Down
You and I,
Lay down
In quiet pastures,
The soft green,
Gazing at the slow river
And its silent sparkling:
We are almost
Crush
A secret romance.
Unannounced , even to each other.
Secret glaces and forbidden stares.
Constant longing for a world that
The Seduction of a Tease
We talked on end for hours
Thoughts filling my today
Of a night soon to be ours
Gratification of our
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