PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

First I saw the color and depth of your eyes,

Passionate and unyielding---

Bringing me against your bare chest in this nighttime reverie,

Dellusional to the aspects of pain, suffering, and loss.

Open and unbound to the proclimations of undying love.

You are weightless upon my unclothed body---

Your fingertips sprightly dancing among my porcelain skin,

Whispers in my ear--

Your mouth so close,

I can feel the words slide from your tongue,

Deep into my soul.

Gently, you press yourself upon me---

And I, yielding to your love---

Give to you my most cherished posession.

Deep breaths we share together,

The elevating beats of our hearts---

Adjoining together,

In the simple rhythm we were afraid to proclaim.

This rhythm becomes an art---

A painting of my insides with the most loving care,

And your eyes, again---

Never leave mine.

How can I be closer to you in this moment?

No matter how close our bodies may become---

Why can I not become one with your soul, completely?!

Moans in the sincerest passion,

I tremble under your control---

I submit to your every need...

And you proclaim you need nothing more,

Than our love, ever.



I close my eyes only for a second,

To see if this is real...

I open them again and cry in happiness,

For you still are here.

Caressing my tainted skin,

Bringing me to life.

And whispering softly,

If I could be your wife...

And how you love,

With every heartbeat,

Me and only me.



Your hair surrounds me so,

I cannot stray from you.

I would never want to, anyway.

The passion building in,

My heart and within my thighs--

An equal balance---

Of love,

That never stops growing, inside.

This is not the simple act,

Of casual sex...

But a painting of artistry--

A masterpiece of emotion.

A legend of existance,

Between our souls.