Quivering Bliss
There are few words,
In the language I speak,
That can describe
The scent of your skin,
What you do to me,
So smooth to the touch,
As your warmth
Draws me within,
You smile at me,
With a look so demure,
Your lips speak
Without saying a word,
I breathe in the essence,
Cling to your embrace,
And bask in the
Passion conferred,
Deeper and softer,
Than seems possible,
Your sweet and
Quivering bliss,
I long for the moment,
I crave greedily,
And insatiably
Need your kiss.
For Renoir's challenge
'I long for the moment'
My poem: Quivering Bliss
By wtbakelar
© 2012 wtbakelar
(All rights reserved)
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