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Burning Dream

Poetry By: Michael68

A dream of passion which the heart and flesh longs to come true.

Submitted:Sep 24, 2008    Reads: 213    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

The dream is always the same,
holding her naked body next to mine...
my lips caressing her, moving down her neck.
Our hands moving over each others body,
like explorers discovering a new land.
Such wondrous pleasures we share,
growing stronger with each touch, each kiss.
Her fingers lightly scratching my bare chest,
sending such pleasure flowing through me,
exciting me....enticing me so.
Oh how I long to realse this passion,
to feel me inside of her,
our flesh becoming one
thrusting to the rhythm
of our rapidly beating hearts.

Hearing her passionate moans

as she tells me how much she loves me,

how much she wants me,

as we continue down the path of our own desire.

Oh yes....sweet delight does overpower us,

no longer are we able to think

just react to the passion within our hearts.

Limbs entwined,

our lips locked in an erotic kiss.

Till we erupt from the overwhelming copulation,

our bodies become weak,

as I lay gently on top of her.

Our bodies sweaty and spent,

we kiss one last time

sealing this act of love we have done....

before sleep over takes us.

Oh how I wish that this moment would come true,

and become something more

than just a hopeless romanitic's dream.


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