Pulling Us In

I dream about our achingly familiar parts,
entangled

Hard kisses
melting inside hungry mouths

Tantalizing tongues
playing swords with each other

Legs wrapped together, like ivy vines clinging
to cinnamon bricks

I grip your arms
that resemble maple tree trunks
Planted beside me
strong, with steady, deep groves

Your ragged panting
pounds incessantly near my ear

Your boiling breath
scorches my bare neck

The slapping wetness
penetrates the smoldering silence

Like the rhythm of a single beating drum,
it takes over the night

Pulling us
in.
wildf1ower wildf1ower
26-30, F
12 Responses Oct 15, 2011

Awesome!!!! Paints a wonderful picture

Daisy - great stuff. I enjoy it. Makes me desire more!

very good desc<x>riptions!

Beautiful!

thank you all for the kind comments...they mean so much to me!

Such a beautiful fury of what real passionate ex<x>pression is in a deep bond built between two. So intense and immense. Bravo. what have you for an Encore?

thats the dream i wish to have every day when i find the woman of my dream that if i am going to find her .its so good

OMG! I just came! Very nicely done sweetie! now Im hard again! Boing!

I am left speechless. That's the kind of passionate love I would want during sex. Well done on your poem.

'boiling breath' was referring to the heat during sex essentially, and when i wrote 'drip' it wasn't a literal meaning, but rather painting a figurative image of drips of water due to heat, somewhat like boiling water

Wow...you express your passion so vividly!!!

Fantastic job!