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My hand still traces
Contributed by
eggflipper
on
Thursday, 3rd March 2011 @ 10:55:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Your skin - so soft -
with a colour that melts my eyes,
a warmth intoxicating my mind.
The worship of your sighs
is the only option.
The everyday still excites my senses,
your beauty shines greater.
I love your for I have no other choice.
I am compelled for my heart yells,
and aches for renewed compassions.
Your temple is craved,
your pillars have awed.
I desire your communion,
sacrifices were never enough.
My hand still traces
the curves of hips,
its firmness is candy
for my imagination.
To proclaim your beauty
only serves to contain
that which has no boundaries.
Its a sin to attempt such boldness.
But I must try to capture
these moments
for speaking fails in the moment.
My wants never lessen.
Copyright ©
eggflipper
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2011-03-03 22:55:31] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My hand still traces
(User Rating: 1 ) by Mando on
Friday, 4th March 2011 @ 08:41:48 AM AEST (User
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Very very nice poem made me think of my nubian queen. |
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