by 1Kiki
A poem or anthem for cyber lovers the world over - at least those who know the emotion and heart involved are so much more than a five-fingered hand.
Would that it were a fling,
this thing.
But it is its own being,
a force to contend with the lust
of wanting and seeing.
A live wire that connects us over 2000 miles,
and stirs our juices amid our breathless smiles.
A hope and love that illuminates the night,
knowing the exquisite release that will come at first sight.
Nothing could approach the thrill of being inside,
each other,
to have you gaze down upon me while seated astride,
while our juices drip and mingle over the fire to smother.
My Love may have others to experience and explore,
but I know one day our waiting will be a chore,
no more.
Will it be as good as our fantasy?
Even better, my darling, is my prophecy.
This is a great poem. It's *so* romantic, and sexy. I could only hope for such an experience. Keep up the great writing.
Reading this it's likely I am not going to tell u something u don't know. This is addressed to all, and sundry. This poem of talent, structured, clever, casual rhyme, covers a topic thousands Published or millions written before. It's not an obvious replication given the above; but it lacks Bite. It needed crescendo, partly because it's a blade in a grass meadow. It had to startle, reveal prince of some field, a high stat figure secret adore. .in dream or other to be literally safe, a lecturer in moral phil, religious head? Or A man totally wife dependant. All true poets will of course follow thru their own inspire. . this prompts such my only role. Generalise from this, if only even to publish some tryst here, on non individualised Love or Sex angle you need to be different. . The human race has addressed the issue for over 3 thousand years IN script. In million fold.. This is not a call for shock or bizarre, only the shocking and biz can turn such into meaningful pen. This is not a Lecture, it's meant to aid, and have you risk the depths of Your Inspire. BUT as a certain Liverpudlian once put it, to paraphrase, there is no sign the world has had enough of Silly Love Songs. In a song without time. Clever.