- Erotic Poetry
- past lover
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Click hereLife is breath
Breath is life
I breathe slowly in through my nose
out through my mouth
slowly and deeply
till the warmth spreads down my body
all the way to my hands and feet
totally relaxed
I think about a past lover
not always the same one
I see her body in my mind
there is some sadness
as I don't think I touched every inch of her
and I don't think we made love enough
there is never enough to satisfy a memory
I dwell on the good times
moans of "the little death" against my chest
nails leaving red marks down my back
The rich taste of her pussy on my lips
- COMMENTS
perksover 20 years agoyou have good emotional feeling in your poem, but it feels disjointed, you jump here, there. I want to start with my breathing then flow through your imagery totally relaxed, but I can't because I don't know where you're taking me.
