Detail

It's where the devil is

I let my finger follow the curve of your lip,

That bow, cupid arched for me, the pout

of the small bridge of your lips,

with which you smile and make laughter.

The small pink buds that make me tingle

when your voice escapes them.

I've studied their art, long and hard;

small lines at their edges in deep

happy creases,

The warmth of the thin skin on mine,

the tenderness of their angles.

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I follow up to your eyes,

Again following the shallow lines that form,

and small shadows from your endeavours.

I am mesmerised by the deep chocolate warmth

smiling as you look at me with the same intrigue

Looking at the kaleidoscope of patterns that swallow me

whole, and hypnotise me to them.

They envelope me, caress me without touching

Such sensitivity; rare in most, apparent in those eyes.

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Under my fingers, the smoothness

and finesse of your skin,

warm against my coolness

reciprocating my touch with it's goose flesh

small hairs raising to my touch as I explore

wanting to know more.

Reviews

[Another Relic]

A very nice detailed sensual poem Awdures. I can hear an infatuation in your words: That bow, cupid arched for me, the pout of the small bridge of your lips.
It all plays out like a discovery at every turn, not wanting to stop till all is discovered. Nice!

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a very sensually creative piece of poetry...
the descriptive imagery is wonderful...
i really love this poem...;-)
"I follow up to your eyes,
Again following the shallow lines that form,
and small shadows from your endeavors"---great line...;-)