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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Romance/Love >> ID #1237799  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
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short, sweet, sensual, slightly erotic poem of a lover's adoration of another
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                                                YOU
                               
                                  Last night I ran my hand
                                  across your silken skin.
                                          My fingers
                                            fell over
                                          the ripples
                                      in your stomach.
                                    And I was consumed
                                  by your errorless beauty.

                                God! You are like ice cream
                                  on a sultry summer's day.
                                Like a cool glass of water
                                      in the arid desert.
                                  I want to drink you down
                                          every drop...
                                            slowly.

                                  You, You are like caramel,
                            sweet and precious to my tongue.
                                        A morsel of you
                                        fills me to eternity.
                                Let me wallow in this ambrosia
                                            that is you.

                                    And when we make love;
                                    Oh, when we make love.
                                Our bodies locked in rhythm
                                            and time.
                                          Me laughing. 
                                          Me crying.
                                            And you...
                                                        Oh, you.


                         

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