Breaking Free

its a cold, wet, dark place

where body and soul interlace

skin bared to all the elements of exposure

calm, slow breaths to keep composure

rhythmic breathing mixed with hearts beating

desires competing in a war so beautifully defeating

its a bittersweet struggle, yet neither sides retreating

hands grasping for something solid to hold on to

unspoken words and heated rapture lay askew

a blank, white canvas of ignorance submerged in red

eyes locked unto eyes and passions begin to spread

heat trickles down and sweat drops and drips

and the beat begins to slip and skip retracing

over two soft lips dying to take a single sip

tangled in another mess of temptations

intending for all the wrong connotations 

and the contepmlation of liberation always

causes an altercation of accusations 

Author's Note

sorry for the lack of punctuation .. im not a fan of punctuation.

Reviews

[Another Relic]

The sensual poems are always good but only if their done in a good way. I think you've done that here although I'm not sure about the last four lines. Also, Not sure about that third word in the second to last sentence? Did you mean Contemplation? good poem.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sins of the flesh can be so liberating... nice rhyming scheme and smooth flow.