Flesh of a New Lover -------------------------------------------
Flesh of a new lover
beneath exploring finger tips
The scent of sweet lust
fills the air
tongue tastes the salty stream
from deep inside
anticipation begins to flow
a steady motion
as bodies collide
as teardrops of ecstacy are shed
with the mind-breaking
glistens in the moonlight.
every last taste
of the Flesh of a new lover
i like ur style with the passionate poems. the emotion of showing that ur in lust was great. i really dont have any thing to say to u about changing this cuz it was well written. i didnt see any misspelled words but ill check again. good job! ~akaila evonne~
I like your style. You seem to also be a rather sensuous person (as I have been told I am). There is such beauty in the things that take places behind closed doors (Or on top of kitchen tables, or in the backseats of cars, hee hee), and I think more people should express what they feel during these moments. I think you express it beautifully.
There's always something very delicious about new love, new encounters, new sexual experience. You expose that in your poem very nicely. I like the way you reveal that last rise and fall before the silence taken to gather yourselves, making the memory solid. Euphoric moments held in descriptive words. Nicely done.
there seems to be an explosion of writings on this subject,at this websitewhich is keeping me very aroused(lol)just kidding. anyways,passion and lust protrayed nicely.for me personally,there in nothing in the world as nice as experencingthe flesh of a new lover.and this gets me in trouble.(lol).protrayl nice as i said.format and feelings could be improved apon.elaboration on why ,how and more into what it was for you.more feelings but all that is unimportant.
I enjoyed reading this one. Passion poems are difficult sometimes. People often fill them with descriptions that are too graphic. But your poem managed to escape this pattern. There is an amount of graphicness in this poem that is just right. Rhythm is interesting. Itís changing, but I think that those changes go along with the content of the poem very well.