|
|
I touch your lips I quiet you Tenderly seeking The secrets inside your smile No hushed words hiding I breathe with you Desperately needing The vibrato of your desire Beneath my tongue Small Tender Feather-kiss Of almost-there And nearly-miss I brush against your need And feed my own As we dance against intentions Never known Circling like birds Over fields freshly sown And as you penetrate my heart and soul I moan |
Hey, I love this. I really can't criticize the writing but there is one word that doesn't do it for me. Vultures. Where I live, near one of the Great Lakes, seagulls are what fly over fresh plowed fields. The vultures are here, but they fly over freshly plowed deer, road kill! Not a criticism, just something to share. Great poem.| Posted on 2004-05-27 00:00:00 | by Sandburg | [ Reply to This ] | I like the poetic wording to describe these sensual actions in an indirect, alluring way. Even can read the whole thing metaphorically, from the male point of view. | The reference to vultures disturbed me a little. Especially because you followed with the reference to freshly-sown fields, since vultures eat dead animals. All in all, very sexy. | Posted on 2004-05-24 00:00:00 | by Amelit | [ Reply to This ] | You handled it well, you made it alluring and sensual. NOT a depressed write LOL. | I like the way that you record the fimine wiles and wooing of partners, its TRUE. | Posted on 2004-05-24 00:00:00 | by Learah | [ Reply to This ] | Umm... very descriptive! | I like some of the rhyming patterns you have... loosely rhyming; not bound by any certain cadence, which I like. | Posted on 2004-05-24 00:00:00 | by mixedemotions00 | [ Reply to This ] | |