Sensual Instinct
By emeraldgrace
I lay among
silken sheets
deep blood red in color
as I let my fingertips explore
the mysteries of my body
just barely skimming
the supple skin
in wonder
in awe of the experience of
touch
I give my hand free reign
as it caresses
my stomach my arms
the curvature of my hips
bronzed nails tracing
my lips my eyes
in a hypnotic state
of heat and primal
instinct
my blood on fire
my heart beating in time
to ancient drums of old
sensual chaos
screaming throughout my body
my nails clawing the bed
bright eyes wide
filled with the agony of desire
as a cry escapes my lips...
slowly I regain control
and let sleep overtake me
once again
lying naked in the dark
of the moonlight
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Copyright 2004 emeraldgrace
Published on Saturday, July 31, 2004.
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On Sunday, May 29, 2011, pureevil8
(48) wrote:
Absolutely outstanding
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On Sunday, September 12, 2004, TheReap
(38) wrote:
this was brilliant - it soothed and calmed me - yet it also excited. Great job
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On Saturday, August 28, 2004, Blinded_Tiger
(518) wrote:
That is beautiful. And "to ancient drums of old sensual chaos" ... It is universal I think. I may have written a few hundred poems to what I admire in women, or dedicated. And that line contains the exact picture of what I admire.
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On Saturday, August 28, 2004, Blinded_Tiger
(518) wrote:
I have even used the same words. And also in the contex of longing, thereby being personal and not dedicated. Hell the whole poem and pictures I get from it, is to be admired by me ;) -Nadir-