passion (Redone and enhanced for your veiwing pleasure...)
By Winter Born
tangled bodies,
sweat slicked skin, and the candles light
satin sheets, wet and clinging.
all we have is this night.
all we want is this momment
I feel your arms around me
holding me so tight,
lips meet in our fevered passion
your skin crushed between my teeth
My length inside you
begging my release
take flight from this cliff
float to
earth
my skin feels like fire
breeze cools our dance
dries the wax on your skin
cracks, crumbles, falls
memories of our romance
before shuddering breath
can
catch,
lips meet,
hands begin their roaming anew,
nipples
harden under gentle fingertips dance
soft flesh hardens
again,
exhaustion pushed away
again,
and again
nails dig, teeth scrape...
plunging forward
toward
heaven
toward
nirvana
ecstacy found,
with every burning breath
a sweat slicked trail we
leave
to slide back to ourselves
once tempory permit expires
only to catch our breath
and try
to climb
to new
heights
again.
Comments on "passion (Redone and enhanced for your veiwing pleasure...)"
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On Friday, January 18, 2008, Niemand
(355) wrote:
*bows* You rocked out my thoughts completely...-Gin
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A former member wrote:
how do you improve perfection? I feel your words like teeth, seeking out the tender folds of my flesh...
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On Sunday, March 25, 2007, Sin
(1135) wrote:
i liked the first version and it just got better..the images your words evoke are decadent and brings my blood to a boil..im running out of praise for you...you are simply too good ~kristy
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On Sunday, March 25, 2007, Winter Born
(169) wrote:
Flattery will get you everywhere. and you know it.
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On Sunday, March 25, 2007, Sin
(1135) wrote:
in that case *strokes your ego a little more* you are the Master of erotica and i humbly throw myself to your altar