vrec_dawn 41M
854 posts
3/11/2006 12:07 pm

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3/11/2006 3:25 pm


Nectar of woman like sweet honey upon my lips,
a flower never so beautiful, nor more desired.
My heart aches for the flurry of passion once more.

To give in, to seek out, the company of the fair.
To wade into vice and luxuriate without care,
and once more snuggle under the warmth of skin, breath, and hair.

A tender touch.
A sweet embrace.
A loving hand.
A smiling face.

A longing moan.
A gasping breath.
A burning skin.
A slick-wet shaft.

The intoxicating curves call out to me,
with voices raised so quietly.
A siren's song, for a tender kiss,
that would burn my soul with its bliss.

We long so much for what is bad,
never happy with what we have.
Sex is good, so veeeeery good.
But not ready for that path I am.

My heart still reaches out for something more,
and to give in to lusts will not make me whole.

So burning inside I must endure,
the fires of passion I cannot have.

LustyTaurus 50M
21253 posts
3/11/2006 12:54 pm

I tendo to just give in temptation..

Great poem.


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