I can picture her body Naked and beautiful All shame forgotten; original sin cleansed The innocence beneath revealed Honest intimacy I can hear her moans That soft subtle moaning All the passion submissed in it But so so much more Exstacy within External and internal Pleasure of the body and the soul Two bodies; two souls melding Vows spoken in silence, through pure desire Souls as one Her supple container squirming with feeling Displaying the overwhelming emotions it contains Her dark natural hair flowing Her soft skin pleasantly glowing Her eyes gleaming The peak of the pleasure That single moment of bliss It lasts an eternetiy Forever changing us Instant rebirth The image fades The feelings fleet Just a fantasy, a dream To one day be reality Now - only a sweet premonition
I don't even remember writing this. The poem is overall a little choppy to me, and some of the lines sound cliche - but I suppose you guys could get the emotion form it properly, so I suppose it worked. I'm still with the subject of this poem and it's weird how true that 'premonition' line is to me =P
Ah, we are always our own worst critic! : D Plus, we grow in our writing as in ourselves. It is still okay to appreciate our beginning work, right?!
