To: bentfeather
Love is The Power
Her skin is that white of which the Irish have sung,
pale, so pale you can trace veins like lines upon a map.
I trace a tiny pulsing blue line with the tip of my tongue,
and watch her shiver in silent pleasure in my gentle trap.
My hands caress her, and guide her into loves many forms,
and she softly protests not in each, as we both joyously burn.
Whats to say is an accepted, or even a nearly norm,
and why should we take time to think, as each takes they varied turn?
The salty taste of the last sweet kiss and the heat of the next I await,
and know that I, like she, is where we want to truly, truly be.
Our breaths move in and out of time as does our perception of fate,
each more alive then we have ever been, falling into a welcoming sea.
A shudder, shared cries, and a rolling earthquake of our shared souls,
and we sunder our universe into scintillating debris as we hold tight.
Convulsive limbs hold us together, as salvos rocket down each nerve in rolls,
shredding our minds, until only the spent bodies at peace seem right.
967 posted on
01/07/2004 10:58:37 PM PST by
Trikebuilder
(We know the path they walk, and pray each step for them, till home they come to us.)
To: Trikebuilder; bentfeather; Colonel_Flagg; SAMWolf
My hands caress her, and guide her into loves many forms,
and she softly protests not in each, as we both joyously burn.
Dang Trike, two in one night!
feather, I didn't miss either of Trikes poems, just had to wait til morning to get here and warm up!!!
970 posted on
01/08/2004 4:10:07 AM PST by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: Trikebuilder; snippy_about_it; bentfeather
Fire On The Silk Plain and Love is The Power.
WOW! I'll be back after my cold shower.
Sounds like a challenge Snippy and Feather
974 posted on
01/08/2004 7:38:40 AM PST by
SAMWolf
(Ted Kennedy's Bumper Sticker: My other car is underwater.)
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