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In the realm of passion's poetry
I defoliate caresses,
delicate and free,
Upon my burning
body's canvas,
To cloak your nakedness,
a tender decree.
From my hands,
fingers sprout and rise,
To light your cold,
untouched skies,
They dance upon
your yearning form,
A flame ignited,
love intensifies.
As a snail leaves
its humble home,
I cleanse your body,
a cat on the roam,
Every curve, every inch,
a sacred space,
An offering of pleasure,
where we both roam.
Your mouth, a river,
flows through my core,
Devouring me whole,
leaving me wanting more,
In your embrace,
I'm lost, driven insane,
A symphony of desires,
an eternal encore.
But one glance from
your eyes, so deep,
Has the power to awaken passions,
secrets to keep,
I climb into their depths,
unbound and free,
Penetrating, exploring,
our souls entwined,
a love so steep.
I am the fertile soil,
where your spirit grows,
Nourished by the love
my essence bestows,
Together, we bloom,
a garden of desire,
In this dance of souls,
forever we compose.
delicate and free,
Upon my burning
body's canvas,
To cloak your nakedness,
a tender decree.
From my hands,
fingers sprout and rise,
To light your cold,
untouched skies,
They dance upon
your yearning form,
A flame ignited,
love intensifies.
As a snail leaves
its humble home,
I cleanse your body,
a cat on the roam,
Every curve, every inch,
a sacred space,
An offering of pleasure,
where we both roam.
Your mouth, a river,
flows through my core,
Devouring me whole,
leaving me wanting more,
In your embrace,
I'm lost, driven insane,
A symphony of desires,
an eternal encore.
But one glance from
your eyes, so deep,
Has the power to awaken passions,
secrets to keep,
I climb into their depths,
unbound and free,
Penetrating, exploring,
our souls entwined,
a love so steep.
I am the fertile soil,
where your spirit grows,
Nourished by the love
my essence bestows,
Together, we bloom,
a garden of desire,
In this dance of souls,
forever we compose.
Published 24th Apr 2024
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24th Apr 2024 10:58am
24th Apr 2024 1:30pm
The title could well sum up what people like me feel when they are reading the Erotic section of DUP.
Love the last verse, to me the climax of the picture painted, with its suggestiveness of the reproductive side of sex:
I am the fertile soil,
where your spirit grows,
Nourished by the love
my essence bestows,
Together, we bloom,
a garden of desire,
In this dance of souls,
forever we compose.
Love the last verse, to me the climax of the picture painted, with its suggestiveness of the reproductive side of sex:
I am the fertile soil,
where your spirit grows,
Nourished by the love
my essence bestows,
Together, we bloom,
a garden of desire,
In this dance of souls,
forever we compose.
