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Click hereScreams in the Night
Our lips part and meet
Minds explode in pure bliss
Moans vibrate in unison
A first memorable wet kiss
Tongues dance and play
Hands and fingers roam and explore
Bodies negotiating to get closer
Feeding a fire we cannot ignore
The scent of carnal passion drifts
Fills the senses of our lust entwined
Intoxicated with intense opiate of pleasure
An unquenchable thirst simply defined
Clothing falls to the floor in a rain of lust
Hot and cold flesh burns with intense fire
The bear seeks the sweet dripping honey
His lover opens her flower to his desire
Screams in the night echo near and far
Two naked bodies bump and grind yearning
Seeking the ultimate in orgasmic memories
As the candle slowly flickers, the lovers keep burning
Looking up while resting upon my shoulder
Playing with the moist fine hair upon my chest
Eyes looking into the souls windows of each other
Knowing that our friendship rides the waves crest
Stolen moments define the epiphany of two lost souls
Finding peace where once only turmoil and loneliness dwelt
Lips dancing together in the troughs of erotic tender kisses
Strangers form a bond of friendship that the sun cannot melt
An Original Composition by:
Quivering Quill
A Scribbles & Doodles Creation
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Constructive thoughts and words are always encouraged and appreciated.
"The bear seeks the sweet dripping honey
His lover opens her flower to his desire"
as well as the juxtaposition of heat and ice in the images here in
"Strangers form a bond of friendship that the sun cannot melt".
Some of the other lines are a little too overly poetic and might benefit from more editing or simplification. Inclusion of expressions such as "bump and grind" might be substituted with less cliched phrases (the burning stuff as well because if sex was a fire there would be no second flare-ups; note how many poems on the site have burned this fire image) and more description of mental description that you excel at. Think of the process as not writing a poem but rather sending a message...
p.s.souls windows=soul's window