I want
To split you open
And leave a thumbprint on your soul
That says I loved here

I want to float
In an ocean of silver
Among dolphins
Swimming in a ring

I want to wake up
Every morning
And have
Nowhere else to be

With the names
Of the angels
On my tongue …


I want to kiss you...

wow....

Sherrie...

Very nice honey, thank you

Glistening bodies entwined
in an ageless erotic dance,
seeking pleasures from each other,
seeking wonder and romance.

She touches his face with tenderness.
He draws her body near.
Aching, needing hunger
will make their destiny clear.

Their lips meet in soft kisses,
their tongues begin passion's war.
Forgotten now, the outside world.
All is here, behind this door.

He strokes her body tenderly,
she arches up for his caress.
He finds her silken portal
and her womanly wetness.

She moans in fiery desire
and pulls his hand away,
wishing to end this exquisite torture
and get on with passion's play.

She straddles his waiting body,
eases him into her feminine hollow.
She leads him on a rhythmic dance,
his thrusting hips must follow.

She rides him faster, even then,
to hear his wondrous sighs.
She shows him all the delights
she has between her womanly thighs.

They stare into each other's eyes
and gasp as ecstasy unreels,
and tangles them in a lover's knot
that every answer reveals.

Sated, they lie side by side,
spent but hungering still.
She touches him where their passion
came and tastes their lovers spill.

Their mouths meet in passionate need,
hungry animals once more.
This time he rises above her,
her body to explore.

Their ballet begins again,
as he thrusts his manhood in,
vowing not to end the dance
unless her cries he'll win.
Like beasts of old they become,
riding with desire,
only resting their throbbing bodies
when sated by their fire.

Art (oh bother, I have to do this) I think you leave thumb prints on our souls all the time without the harshness of splitting us open. I know, I'm too literal,

Its either thumb prints or footprints your leaving
behind! I have evidence!

Beautiful write Art!

Awww nothing like leaving your mark ohh what a kiss

And I'd let u kiss me!

almost feels like you are thier good

Want to keep this poetry conversation going!

these kisses belong to one man who has already imprinted upon my own ... creative...soul


Thank you everyone!

Latin TLC, novelist in the making perhaps - well done.....

VOW ARTGRL, WHAT R U WAITING FOR?

The daffodils to bloom

Holy cow there LatinTLC ... pretty serious imagery ...

yeah wench ... methinks we have ourselves a story teller

Those were the days...

They will find you again my friend

Ah Artsy... I so love you... so... so... adore you...

Michael Gabriel

special couple
carefree dance

hearts touch
lips meet