Devour me until You are Full

Devour me until You are Full

A Poem by ron

Devour me until You are Full

 

I lie here alone while the rain keeps tempo with my soul.

The smell of wetness and roses fill my mind.

 

How long I have dreamed of things so divine.

Brushes of my lips softly play with your cheeks.

 

The touch of your fingers spread across my chest.

Your fingers playfully dig in to my skin.

 

I am at the point of no return when you calm my racing heart.

You tie my wrists with your soft velvet thoughts.

 

I am yours to command, to love once again.

Softly you bring to the edge, careful to love my soul.

 

The look in your eyes tells me you’re hungry for more.

I am your feast; please devour me until you are full.

 

Take all that I am and heal the scars.

Take me all night I will always be yours.

© 2013 ron


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wow!
This is beautiful !!

Posted 11 Years Ago


ron

11 Years Ago

Thank you.
"tie my wrists with your soft velvet thoughts"
"The look in your eyes tells me you’re hungry for more.
I am your feast"

You have some great lines in this one Ron.. I feel like your work gets better and better but then I have not seen all your older stuff.. the tie my wrists with red velvet thoughts is a fantastic line.. I wish I had written that one.. xo Rose

Posted 11 Years Ago


ron

11 Years Ago

I wish I had all of my older writings to Rose. The first one I wrote (well stole relay and it was to.. read more
shallimarRose

11 Years Ago

Ive lost all of my poems and letters from the 60s and most from the 70s also.. mi-smarked boxes in a.. read more
ron

11 Years Ago

It can be a hard memory loosing what we have worked for so long to have.

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ron

Imperial, CA



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I have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..

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