Wicked Pleasure

Passions collide,

In the comfort of these roses

Littered and sprawled upon

Our chambered bed that waits.

Never stopping the sweet talk,

I fall into the hands

Of your bittersweet and wicked pleasure,

Eternally bound to your heart.

I am waiting, my love

Do with me what you will

Make our wildest fantasies come true

As kingdoms begin to come.

Explore the depths of my soul,

Back arched in this sweet Ecstasy.

Unable to control my beating heart

As it goes numb for your tender touch.

A mesmerizing wonderland,

I want to break free.

Like a sex slave,

Take me, for I am yours to control.

The moon is our spotlight

Dancing to the rhythm of our love

Our passions colliding,

As I fall into your wicked pleasure.

Reviews

[J Kiplinger Young]

very sensual, makes me feel like i am there with you, want to be there with you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. A erotic poem with a gentle flow. Sometime you can express passion and desire allowing the reader to create a vision and use their imagination.
"A mesmerizing wonderland,
I want to break free.
Like a sex slave,"
The above words are strong enough to make the reader understand. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Antonio Valentino]

Sensual but subtle, I like that, and I like this, sometimes we just want to totally give unto another everything we have to give.

Fantastic job with this.
Antonio

[paradise]

Damn this is a good poem I really like it