Need for you is a primal desire.
Bodies in the dark finding their way.
Mine is so hot in your fire.
Until the bastard sun turns to day.
Our bodies fit together like lock and key.
I wonder who likes it more, you or me?
And you continue this assault on me daily.
I love crumbling under the weight of your body.
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Author:
Christina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2016 17:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Its just a very short poem about lovers in the dark....until the sun comes up.
- Category: Erotic
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Comments5
Nicely done.
Early Morning Love is perfect CHRISSY ! It's 4 in the morning and what's more the dawning ~ just woke up the wanting in me. Perfection in making love (in my experience) is always mutually ejoyable ! Perfect poetry ~ perfect subject ~ Consummation of LOVE ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN ~ HUGS
I wasn't expecting such great reviews. I wrote it on the fly. Thanks to you BRIANSODES i agree about your review.
And of course thanks hodgetiger, i do think the son is a bastard. I'm a bit of a night owl, lol. And thanks augustus for reviewing.
this is more than just a short poem about lovers in the dark..... until the sun comes up....
if I'm honest.. my favourite genre........ Neville
Well, thank you! I really appreciate your kind review!--Christina
my pleasure
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