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licking the flames
Enlisting the charms
of the fire,
in wistful music
I spoke from the lyre
Entrancing the beckoning
to his knees,
this bubbling lust
is slightly freed
A trail of whisper
licks my ear,
drawing me close
to hold me near
Touching a rose
tips the peaks,
a burgeoning lust
is lightly tweaked
Unbuttoning need
in frenzied grasps,
ripping to free
a stubborn clasp
Fumbling fingers
brush and bump,
grinding of hips
begins the thump
Parting the thighs
that flamed the ache,
speared in the fire
that ripple’s to wake
Licking the ether
lining the why,
turning to jelly
lost in your eyes
A silent scream
in nature is heard,
as Ecstasy feeds
I fly like a bird
Peeling the layers
that shaded the orbs,
discovering bliss
as your taste is absorbed
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
Thanks for the suggestion Ross
Editing stage:
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Comments
sueb
Wed, 2012-12-05 05:33
passionate write enjoyed
passionate write enjoyed
Seren
Thu, 2012-12-06 05:19
Thanks Sue
very glad you liked it much appreciated
sincerely JC
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Ian.T
Wed, 2012-12-05 05:51
Jayne
A passionate write, I am now going outside as it's bloody freezing out there just to clear the mind.
Is there any of this stuff on "E" Bay,
LOL, Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Seren
Thu, 2012-12-06 05:21
Ian !!
LMFAO !! haha seems you liked it thanks for the read and the comment and NO there is nothing of this stuff on Ebay
love always JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
scribbler
Wed, 2012-12-05 08:17
pant, pant
I'll comment after taking a cold shower lol. Erotic without being pornographic.............stan
Ian.T
Wed, 2012-12-05 12:51
Stan
You lost out again, the original had video coverage not much else LOL.
You'll just have to get to comment faster, Yours Ian . T. He He He
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Seren
Thu, 2012-12-06 05:31
rotflmfao !! Ian bad bad boy
rotflmfao !! Ian bad bad boy hahahahaha cracked me up I needed a good laugh
love JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Seren
Thu, 2012-12-06 05:23
pmsl
It would be getting cold over there I would stay away from the cold showers ... thanks for the read and the comment its always appreciated
sincerely JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Race_9togo
Wed, 2012-12-05 20:53
Well damn.
Phew.
And I thought that I wrote good erotic poetry.
Not a thing to criticize...just a deep bow of homage.
Most excellent.
And, he is most lucky.
heehee.
Respectfully, Race
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Seren
Thu, 2012-12-06 05:33
Smiles
I have a lot of erotic poetry I havent posted yet not all rhyming some are free verse I will start posting a few every now and then I have a couple that are finished
very happy you liked this one I am chuffed
with love JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Ross Hamilton Hill
Wed, 2012-12-05 23:58
lost in your (his) eyes
lost in your (his) eyes
since later its
as your taste is absorbed
well yes its sexy, in a nice way, and some good lines
Seren
Thu, 2012-12-06 05:34
Thanks Ross
I have already changed it thank you for the heads up
I didnt notice it and tense's are something I try to check
thanks for the encouraging comment
love JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats