- Erotic Poetry
- Five Fifty Fantasy
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This poem is dedicated to HWY. 550(in Colorado.) For some reason I always think about "enjoying nature" when I'm on it!
Passion consumes me
Fires burning bright sunlight.
Learn about my flame.
Brooks babble softly
Green grass creates a carpet
for our sweet love dance.
Wildflowers grow here-
as wild as your hand roaming,
my garden is wild.
Cultivating thoughts
You break the dry spell quickly
and the earth opens.
Patchwork love covers-
our bare nakedness from the sun.
Memories are born.
Birds cry out softly
covering the sounds of my moans.
I am wild for you.
Inside me worlds rise.
Civilizations scream out.
my world is changed now.
Your skin tastes fresh
like a new snow, or springtime
I savor and respond.
Create natures life.
Let go of what you hold in.
Make me bloom inside.
Avalanches flow
Control has been lost for now.
Soon the tide will come.
Tender shoots of grass
cover evidence of us,
and we drive away.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 20 years agoQuite possibly your steamiest yet, of course, I have the added benefit of having actually been there when you wrote it, and having seen that field. Ah, good old 550!
