Squat in the sin of your presence
Offer my flowers as gift that open
In order to receive
Be transported to earthy bliss
Animal instincts rush through my veins
Lips open, moans are loud
I drink from your mouth, the passion rises
Want to close my eyes
But will keep them open
More obvious that way, more arousing
You drink from my mouth and the tempo is rising
I serve myself not just wishing to give
But wanting to receive. Pleasure. Badly.
You take me and just the same, you give yourself
Most wonderful sounds of pleasure
Leave me and leave you
Humming the song of lust, pure desire
I squat in the fire of your feast
And surrender
In the highest of grounds.
By tuttysan © 2007
sin of passion… true feelings brought to the surface.
“Squat in the sin of your virile surface”
That one sucked me in.
Uao!! passion poetry!! one of my favorites!!
how r u???
Creo que este es uno de los mejores poemas que has escrito hasta ahora. Sigue la senda…
Besos.
PS. Te dejé una respuesta musical a tu ‘vuelve’. Ojalá te guste tanto como me gusta a mí. Cuídate mucho, recuerda que eres mi musa.
Paul
Gracias Paul. Los mejores poemas vienen de las mejores experiencias, no? Esta noche chequearé lo que me dejaste.
Hola Cherry. Estoy super. Te echaré una visitadita pronto que ya es hora. Beso.
“I squat in the fire of your feast”
Nice. Very nice.
Kim
“I serve myself not just wishing to give
But wanting to receive” Liked the vibe of reciprocity. And the rest of the poem is passionate!