Petit mort

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CharleyH
CharleyH
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Like a shiver swirling waves of breath
you move me to intoxication.
There is no lust without some small death.

Lips – flesh - your touch irrepressibly
burning through my imagination
like a shiver swirling waves of breath.

My wetness streams undeniably
for you, on your anticipation,
there is no lust without some small death.

My rise and writhe moans memorably
boiling beyond my limitation
like a shiver swirling waves of breath.

The searing swell inescapably
floods my clit under your fixation,
there is no lust without some small death.

The torrent rush unmistakably
swelters – there is no moderation –
like a shiver swirling waves of breath
there is no lust without some small death.

CharleyH
CharleyH
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11 Comments
AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Live to die, die to live!

This is extraordinary. You look good restrained by form!

Fly

Stella_OmegaStella_Omegaover 18 years ago
wowee!

damn, I love reading formal poetry!

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
See?

Writing in form isn't so bad- you did beautifully!! I wish I could do as well as this.

Boo

The_FoolThe_Foolover 18 years ago
Form

You arched your back and stretched quite nicely within the form. I bet iambic touch trailed goosebumps up and down your body as your well loved words lingered in all the right places...

dcpoet44dcpoet44over 18 years ago
nice piece......

but this i love:

Like a shiver swirling waves of breath

you move me to intoxication.

There is no lust without some small death.

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