Deeper Still

My breast are full and large

For you touch they long

But deeper still my heart

Throbs to feel your song

 

My eager lips part

Licking delicately

But deeper still

They whisper

Your name silently

 

Eyes sparkle with fire

Scanning you with ease

But deeper still

My soul shines

Your name it breathes

  

Listen carefully

For those wispy words

That glide across the ether

Softly spoken in the night

The words I love you

Take a east bound flight

 

Reviews

Such a beautiful ode to the one you try to reach, and I feel the longing, the lost and pain. These stanza's are full with hope, and colorful meaning. Each new one, brings your spirit closer to that one. I really enjoyed this write.
It has an elusiveness I adore.

E.L.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

A passionate and sensual write, beautifully penned for a soul that yearns for desire and love. Nicely done.

[Gomer LePoet]

My soul shines your name it breathes, softly spoken the words I love you. my favorite lines now and always I wish to hear.

[Another Relic]

You have a way with words that can stir up the inside of a man in his strongest moments making him weak again for the touch of your arousing thoughts. Very sexy poem.

[Ruth]

This is beautiful...what strikes me about this is the fact that there is the yearning and desire but it is so much more than that! There are so many tones here, lovely work xoxo

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

my soul shines, your name it breathes ......oh how lovely!

[Jibey]

Such a stirring poem... oozing with passion and desire... I loved the excitement created by the image of the breasts full and large.. the fulness conveying arousal... linked to the 'throb' of the heart... The sensuality of the licked lips and the sparkling eyes created an energy and intensity.. so that the softly spoken words drifting in the night air were like the caress of gentle hand, the feeling of lips that engulf a man in his need...

[Dark Poetry]

I agree with Coyote Poetry

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice places you took me with you in this poem. When a man is lucky and the woman open up desire and passion. Can lead to a good place. No weakness in this amazing poem. Thank you.
Coyote