Her Every Desire
Her skin was soft,
Like the feel of finest velvet,
As his lips slowly devoured her,
Moving deftly over her body, inch by inch,
Gently enjoying every curve, every swell,
With every breathe she took,
With craving hunger,
He sought out her tender areas,
Some forbidden, some not,
But he knew when he had found them,
For her body let him know,
With every breathe she took,
Then softly, caressing,
Lips met lips,
As one, the emotions build,
Body’s meld into each other,
The fire grows, the passion burns,
And; he knew what she wanted,
With every breathe she took,
Smiling blue eyes,
Nor masked disguise,
Can hide what lies inside,
As he completely fulfills
Every need she has,
Her “Every Desire”
With every breathe she took.
For the: 'Potpourri of Poetry' challenge
my word: BLUE
in my poem: 'Her Every Desire'
Another poem from my: 'Desires' Series
Read them all in my Desires Bookcase.
By Tracey
© 2011 Tracey
(All rights reserved)
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