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Hush

Contributed by Lia on Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 01:46:33 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



Her red painted toenails rest against the floor
Peering out through denim holes around her ankles
The jeans she wears are old and worn in
A fraying hole torn into each knee
Above the waistline her tummy is tan
Her navel ring glimmering in the light
The yellow tank top as old as the jeans
Fits snugly and shows off her curves
A silver chain adorns her neckline
Her index finger casually twists it
Her hair a mess of auburn
Draped across her slender shoulders
Her lips are lush and full
A stunning sugared maple
Her pristine eyes of blue
Keep their gaze on the man across the room
His solid hands are working
Creating wisdom through his fingertips
His hair is tousled his face is flush
He can feel her amorous stare
The room is getting hotter
Their breathing now in sync
And though no words are spoken
There's still a longing for each other
He slightly hears her moving
Then feels her gentle touch
Her fingers twist his hair
Her lips caress his nick
His fingers stop their working
And find her waist instead
His touch arouses desires
His lips are warm and moist
Held tightly in an amatory embrace
Their gleaming eyes meet
Their now naked bodies fervid
They give into desire...






Copyright © Lia ... [ 2004-07-07 01:46:33]
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Re: Hush (User Rating: 1 )
by the_story_of_the_year on Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 02:40:50 AM AEST
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I can't quite put my finger on it, is this poem about washing a car? lol


Re: Hush (User Rating: 1 )
by Gentledove on Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 05:52:03 PM AEST
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Did it just get HOT in here or is it me? lol. This is very sensual.
Gentledove




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