No Title A Little Risque--
By
Alex Rogue Cadavid Brummit
By
Alex Rogue Cadavid Brummit
Seeing the curves,
and feeling them move,
Supple yet firm,
the touch of bare skin,
that swells slightly so
into hills making hips
and flows lovely down,
shaping plains that are legs
and ends in crescendo
with sublime painted toes.
Parting the plains,
traversing the swerves,
Sojourning deep inside
into rainforest flesh.
____________________________
and feeling them move,
Supple yet firm,
the touch of bare skin,
that swells slightly so
into hills making hips
and flows lovely down,
shaping plains that are legs
and ends in crescendo
with sublime painted toes.
Parting the plains,
traversing the swerves,
Sojourning deep inside
into rainforest flesh.
____________________________
(Reply)
The Symphony of Lust
By
Waqas Rabbani
Your Breath,
Ripples down my Spine..
your Form,
Gracefully Gliding with mine,
Our Lust,
A Symphony Divine,
Drowning,
Recklessly In Passions Wine....
Ripples down my Spine..
your Form,
Gracefully Gliding with mine,
Our Lust,
A Symphony Divine,
Drowning,
Recklessly In Passions Wine....
Back to Grim's Poetry Collection
3 comments:
This is just awesome... What are you guys by the way? Freaks? In a long distance lusty relationship? :P
sort of :) ... we writers tend to molest each other verbally from time to time :D , it's an occupational hazard
I am freakified by reading this marvelous piece of shi....
Post a Comment
i want to make you a mirror,
your words will reflect what i mean
will you leave me a comment
and let me know how i look ?