Sensual Sailing
By 1stpoet
Sensual Sailing I have felt passion’s fire so deeply the marrow in my bones became ash her lips were lava as they coursed the landscape my body presented and as steel in a vice I bent to her touch, soft as a feather the sun was coal in comparison to the brightness her eyes shone upon me she, my world, quaked within her thighs, the red sea my fingers floated upon parted her back arched in waves, and I like a ship rode each crest her breathing caused me to sail, uncharted beyond the rocks that before kept me anchored © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 07:28 PM PST 0 • 16
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