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Hearing your voice whisper that I belong

Tasting my name upon your tongue

Smelling the scent of just washed skin

Feeling the memory of where we had been

 

Softly , slowly hands once again glide

A searing ache is welling inside

A crescendo of pleasure burst from your lips

With each rhythmic movement of my hips

 

There for a moment we have become one

Another memory born. a dream to build upon

Of once again tasting my name on your tongue

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Submitted by calliope on 27 January 2008 - 1:35pm.
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Nicely done!

This was a strong peice. Inticing and sensual. Your right nothing else need be said.
Lacy,

Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

Submitted by RSScheerer on 27 January 2008 - 4:18pm.
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Proof that sensuality

can be written without vulgarity or blatant erotica. Nicely done, Chrys. Perfect title, too.
~ Ronda

Submitted by poewriter58 on 27 January 2008 - 4:35pm.
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I try

When I write a piece such as this one I try very hard not to give great graphic details as I credit the reader with having the intelligence and imagination to take what they like from it I appreciate that you recognized this effort thank you
Chrys

Submitted by Mickey Pig Knuckles on 29 January 2008 - 1:48am.

Outstanding Poem

Poewriter58, I have to admit I was initially drawn in by the title which by the way is perfect for this poem by you. The vivid images you have caused to display themselves within my minds eye are very sensual romantic as there is no need to rush such a wonderful moment so it may last. I felt almost as though you have reached out to me and took my hand and gently guided me to all those erotic places that arouse your wanting and then left your name on the tip of my tongue speaking for more much more. Wonderful Job My Dear Friend. Beautiful Work.

Mickey Pig Knuckles

Submitted by Janice Pearce on 30 January 2008 - 10:01pm.
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Tasting My Name

Enjoyed this read, nicely written! Thanks for sharing

Submitted by poewriter58 on 30 January 2008 - 10:42pm.
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once again

My thanks to you
Chrys