- Erotic Poetry
- The Elements of Passion
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The air is the touch
of my invisible lover,
with soft, gentle breezes,
he caresses my flesh,
it is his heavy, labored breath,
in the throes of passion.
The fire is the desire
which consumes my body,
burning-hot flames,
which lick and kiss my skin,
searing my flesh,
with each touch, each caress,
it is a white-hot conflagration,
filling my entire being,
with an exquisite, sensual passion.
The water is the sweat,
which pours over our bodies,
the salty taste,
of his slick wet skin,
it is the juicy wetness,
that flows from my body,
and is poured into mine from his,
at the hight of passion.
The earth is the rythum,
of his body thrusting into mine,
of the beat of our hearts,
as they race toward synchronization,
it is the surface beneath us,
the safe anchor,
which we return to,
and lay replete on,
once we've flown so high,
on the wings of passion.
