he

he

A Poem by wiccaceltica

a hand skims across my breast

lingering 

 

feel

the

heat

 

 

and i sigh 

 

 

 

when you want

 

I can no longer stop you

 

 

 

taste the forbidden

folding desire from the imprisoned society of shame

relinquished in the utmost ecstasy of surrender

 

I

finger myself 

with intense surmount

revealing 

my 

seed 

to fruit's sweet song

with the unabashed

 

and love spreads open once and for all

only

for 

you

 

 

only

 

 

 

 

 

 

for

you

 

 

 

it 

will

be 

 

as perfect as drowning

 

 

 

and the heavens will stand in welcome


© 2008 wiccaceltica


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very interesting. you single?

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"passed"across my breast.
lingered

OR

moves across my breast
lingering

something that has PASSED in the past, cannot LINGER in the present.


"�h so"works, technically, but in my opinion is clich and over used.


overal an interesting piece which i enjoyed reading. great imagery.



Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Truely glistening piece. One of the best poems I have read in a long time. I agree with JD, Great lines and powerfully desciptive. Thank you for inviting me to read it, it's going up with my favorites.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautiful and tender revelation.
as perfect as drowning

and the heavens will stand in welcome

incredibly revealing and captures the moment perfectly

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a passionate poem. The depth of sensuality is reached without becoming tasteless. Your words are enticing and describe an intense exchange between lovers. nice work.



Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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wiccaceltica
wiccaceltica

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