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Where Heaven Is


Author: Amanda Lynn
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Where Heaven Is



The words trickle down my lips,
the emotion drowning out all sound.
The feelings flowing from my fingertips,
the silence proving no one else is around.
We grasp each other, we hold on tight
to feelings so intense, we don’t care if it’s right.
Every breath I take is yours, every resistance down.
Your lips taking away every sound
my body makes.
Your eyes holding me captive,
your willing prisoner.
Your body promising heaven
while your voice drips with every sin
hell has to offer
to two bodies becoming one,
coming undone.
My fingertips painting the portrait,
your back the canvas,
tell me, is this how you envisioned us?
Red marks of pleasure,
little beads of pain,
mingling together,
becoming the same.
We fight not to loose control,
we pray it won’t end,
drowning ourselves in every moment
our pleasure lends,
until that one moment of weakness,
a feeling so intense
it leaves us believing
we know where heaven is.




Submitted on 2006-12-27 13:13:01     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I half ta tell ya, you're one of my favorite poets.
Please I have to ask you, Is this a work of fiction or do you have insperation in the form of a living breathing person? I have to add this work to my list of fav's. I can only hope to write this good one day.

The Poor Man's Poet.

| Posted on 2006-12-28 00:00:00 | by Bobby K | [ Reply to This ]
  awesome imagery and word choices, i love it. really made me see myself with that special someone. great job
| Posted on 2006-12-28 00:00:00 | by kase | [ Reply to This ]
  I really love this. Awesome imagery.

My fingertips painting the portrait,
your back the canvas,
tell me, is this how you envisioned us?
Red marks of pleasure,
little beads of pain,
mingling together,
becoming the same.

That was my favorite part. Awesome! Anyways, this is going in my favorites for sure. Great job!

~Kiki
| Posted on 2006-12-27 00:00:00 | by precious_poetry | [ Reply to This ]
  Wow! can you paint a picture or what!
If this poem were food, I'd be licking my fingers.
all man! this poem is what I want in and from a person.
someone I only find in my wet dreams or on a movie screen. this poem is more that hot.
It's great and wish that I had written it.
You go girl!

The Poor Man's Poet.
| Posted on 2006-12-27 00:00:00 | by Bobby K | [ Reply to This ]
  This has to be the BEST poem of this type that i have EVER seen...

No comments.
| Posted on 2007-01-03 00:00:00 | by psyko | [ Reply to This ]
  umm i add salt to to this, then garlic salt, then soy sauce and top it off with pepper. cook it in the slow cooker. when it's tender to the taste i eat more and more until i think i am not hunggry for the juicy details. in all reality i am still hungry.S o what esle can i do, but eat more.

good aptizer, but not a main dish. lol
| Posted on 2006-12-28 00:00:00 | by hotrodruss | [ Reply to This ]


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