This is a new poem by my friend Dona Lou Pearson. She was somewhat reluctant to have this posted. I convinced her to let me post it on my site. I like it. What do you think? Feel free to comment. - poetheart
Passion rises, making fierce demands
For two bodies' wandering hands
Flaming lips that leave an unseen mark
A trail of red-hot wetness in the dark
Soft, warm, pliant, silky skin
Will open to let firmness in
Fingers touching the unknown
Evoking blindest passion's moan
Gently caressing the mysterious
A fever-pitch to cries delirious
Delicious, exquisite, sweet sensations
Fulfillment, after wild gyrations
Explosive rush of pulsing fire
Culminating mutual desire
Finally, heaving a languid sigh
Entwined in sleep, the lovers lie© 2000 by Dona Lou Pearson
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