blame the sweet nectar of your tender lips
as I dance your flesh with eager fingertips
stir your soul with passionate tongue whips
while painting your thighs in sensuous nips
until caught in ecstasy – your love joy drips
Love Joy
blame the sweet nectar of your tender lips
as I dance your flesh with eager fingertips
Oh this was quite a trip
into tryst and leisure of lips
I was feeling “randy” today Björn. 🙂
Oooh! I like the rhymes in this one, Rob!
I became obsessed with the “_ips” Kim… 🙂
The word “randy” crossed my mind as well, Rob.
At times Judy, I PROVE I’m only human… 🙂
I like the dancing of the flesh with fingertips.
I wrote one from the perspective or remorse, so I wrote this in a more joyous frame of mind… 🙂
Now that is just a “Wow!” of a poem!
Thank you Annell. Wanted to hold up the prompt to look at it from a different perspective… 🙂
Very ipsy 🙂
Yes, yes! 🙂
Love the rhymes, and the heat:) Nice work Rob.
Thank you Pat! I am going to let it steep and go back in a few days to see if I can tighten the rhythm.
Nice poem Rob… I love the rhyming endings.
Thank you Dwight, just trying to be nicely naughty…
This is a sensous poem Rob. Admiring the end rhyming verses as well.
Thank you Grace. It’s not perfect, likely something I will tweak a few times over the next month or so because I really like much of it…
gorgeous choice of words
Just trying to write human passion with a bit of wit… glad you liked it Gina?:-)
Nice risque write!
Thank you Teresa! 🙂
Great twisting of the word forgiveness.
Glad you liked it Kerfe… 🙂
I love the end rhymes. Thanks for adding a little steaminess to the quadrille mix.
My pleasure Mish… 🙂