Forbidden passion burning so bright,
Limbs entwined all through the night.
Exploring touch, ready now? not quite,
Pleasure builds, simple touch to ignite.
The climax of the act, a blazing light,
Still now, unclothed a wonderful sight,
A fledgling feeling born to take flight.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I wish I could write poetry like you do. Well, I'm paraphrasing a little; I tend to say that to everyone who's good at writing poetry, so...yeah, consider this a common compliment.
ReplyDeleteBut its's a valid one all the same. It's short, it's sweet, it's satisfying, and -- if my interpretation is correct -- it's more than a little scandalous. A good showing, indeed.
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DeleteA little scandalous lol
DeleteYou should write some more (P J Perryman)
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