Innermost Thoughts

I don't think of you as having a name

You are more of a thought or feeling

I don't picture you as being something tangible

You are what fantasies are made of

I feel you

Not just on my skin

Permeating me

Filling the empty spaces in me

Consuming me

Completing me

Becoming part of me

Your words enter me

through whispers in my ear

Your intoxicating scent

Through my nose

Your manly essence

Between my thighs

We are one

Inseparable

Until time itself ends

I am yours and you are mine

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Your poem speaks of fantasies in a way a poet can appreciate. Hot and sensual

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Erotic and sensual were good tag lines for this. Inseparable brings a chill of excitement.

[SomeRandomChic]

Thank you for your time and your kind thoughts..these words were born of heat...how Ironic they seduce with chills. I like it!

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That heat you refer to is the best kind.

[SomeRandomChic]

I couldn't agree more. I doubt there is much that is more pure. Heat such as that can not be faked or bought nor can it be given my any synthetic means...and THAT is where the magic lives.

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Well said.