May 7, 2006

THE KISS

I met him. He leaned over. I wrote a poem about it.


Warm drenched vibrations
Cascading down my temple
Engulfing me in a sultry cocoon
Illuminating the trail to my heart
Succulent petals exalting me
My moans ecstatically exclaim sweet eulogy
Succumbing to your oral supremacy
Quivers epileptically tripping down my spine
Hushed appraisals with diamond-glistened eyes…
Sizzling pants intermingling…
Tongues ambitiously devouring…
Sparks flying…
A volcanic creation…
The epitome of me masterfully being set ablaze

©DiamondHawk

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