Poemchallenge by @margaretwise # the pleasure of your body, next to mine
In the half light his back next to my chest stood up, the scent of his breath my passion ignited.
I felt the urge to tie me to your waist, to make love to you in the roughest way.
Kiss and bite your neck with a I love you, Feel tenderly guided by your hand ...
Break your clothes, get your nudity, kiss and lick, caress and bite.
And exchange looks for your moans, go up and down, listen to your heartbeat.
Kiss your sweat similar to sprayed, Excite you with verses, bite your ear fog the mirrors, break your skirt and see the tension exerted on your back.
Feel your hands exploring my neck, Drown in your chest, pull your hair, Let your nails and teeth anchor to my skin, May all modesty become pleasure.
Rock your hips until you flood, enter and leave in a constant rhythm, make love as you have never done, orgasm in the body, feeling in the chest.
Hearing you name God Himself And a last drowned cry without a voice
Poetry is homeless speech, an orphan. Speech, which takes from all the languages of the world, but is not itself a language: it is, in each incarnation, a one-time statement that arises when something outside of the order happens in the mind of the poet or in the world.
Great writing @margaretwise
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