skin tingling with gossamer kisses
brushing delicately to caress
eyelashes twine in steamy blisses
as sensations sparkle and fluoresce
eyes flutter open, emotions fly
gazing deep into each other’s soul
quivering as eye meets eye
sheer embraces delicately roll
trembling and going weak at the knees
as fringes sweep every inch of skin
enveloping in heady reprise
senses whirling in sensual spin
grazing already heightened feeling
like a hypnotic blanket warming
stroking flaming sentiments burning
a love stroked in mesmeric storming.
This is so very tender and yet achingly sensual. A marvel! Thank you for sharing this.
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Thank you Tom.
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That is a very fine poem. Both perfect and sufficient in well chosen words. Bravo, is called for methinks.
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Thank you Mike.
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Wow this is so beautiful, Yassy. 💙
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Thank you Chi, ❤❤
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Wonderful words yassy.
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Thank you
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I have to agree with the old man. Seriously good poem, Lady Yasmin
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What old man , Lord?
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I noticed my dad, the former Lord before I stole his crown, had commented on your poem earlier, Lady Yasmin
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lol. You , Lord Zoolon, just called your dad an old man , how mean is that and then you usurp his title , not done, abominable crime committed by you Lord ! Make amends.
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I have him locked up in tower, until I need my inheritance, Lady Yasmin
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There is going to be an uprising ,Lord Zoolon!
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No worries on that front, he’s under lock and key in the Tower and can’t escape. The guard feeds him cold porridge most days.
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Eeeooooweee. Porridge. How cruel. Atleast you could give the old man some value for his money
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Weevils…in his cold porridge, that is.
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What is that.
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Weevils are little insects that live in porridge that’s past its sell-by date!
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Oh. This ignoramus thanks you for enlightening her.
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You are anything but an ignoramus – what a brilliant word – Lady Yasmin.
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Really! Lord Zoolon.
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My eyes are still closed Yassy. Beautiful piece of work.
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Thank you Wild !
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;o)
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Did I ever say to you. That your post are Awesome😄
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Thank you Cool! 😄 delighted and inspired !
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What a romantic piece.
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Thankx Forrest.
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😊
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Brilliant, Yassy. Reminds me of my own courtship. It changes a bit after 20 years of togetherness [smile].
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Lol yes. Thank you Robbie. 😊
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always beautiful 🙂
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Many Thankx Soul.
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Loved this sultry, romantic poem. 🙂
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Thank you Sonyo
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Tender in its most sensual poetic feel. Beautifully well written and your talents always evolve to a higher level of beauty. 🙂
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What a nice review. I am delighted 😁
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Delighted you shall feel. 🙂 I’m glad you are happy. 🙂
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☺️
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Wow! I think my wife will like this. Beautiful.
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Thank you Nic. Warm regards to the missus.
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Thanks! Peace
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Peace.
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I thought I was dreaming, pinched myself and read it again just to make sure, poetic art at its finest!!!
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Aw. So sweet of you. Thanks.
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🙂
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🐬🐳🦋🦋🦋
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Leigha!
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You’re welcome!
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Lovely ❤
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❤❤
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