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Valentine's Day is Coming - Happy Valentine's Day

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This one is a little nasty ya'll but I think it takes us through the romanticism of sex instead of always just f---ing, know what I mean?

A VIRGIN NOVEL

On my hands, there is the warmth of a man’s hand
He strokes my fingers gently as if there is a language
A language that I have not learned
He moves toward my shoulder with a gentle stroke
As he moves, I feel the sensation of nervousness
I’m filled inside and out with an overwhelming sweat
He proceeds to pour a language of love down my back
I quiver with anxiety of what is about to happen
There is tenseness and a relaxation that drowns me
He continues to move around my body as it were a novel
Careful not to miss a single line of the story
I feel his words on my bottom carefully continuing down..
My thighs are wet with temptation and eager for this encounter
He carries his bookmark to my feet when he rests for only a moment,
Before he liquefies my muscles with his oils of lust.
Moving up my frontal with his language of love, I quiver
There’s sweet juice carefully lotioning my thighs from within my body
Still, he continues defining the novel he is reading silently
My thoughts are disappearing as he strokes the very essence of me
I’ve never heard this story before and I’m taken aback by my emotions
He carries me to a near peak as he strokes my breasts with the lightest,
Most tender motions, that I feel the pleasure of the novel throughout
My entire being is lifted into another dimension as he reads the climax
His story is the gentlest, most intimate I’ve ever experienced
As his power increases, I feel his ending arising upon me
There is a peaceful river that flows from this novel and
I’m blissful and appeased that he has shared his language with me.
He lies dangerously near me as if to narrate the beginning once more
Am I full of greed to want to hear the story again?

11/01

(Too nasty, Jennifer??? Geez! I hope not....don't want to offend anyone. Here's a cleaner one for us though....even though I don't like it as much necessarily...)

STRUCK BY YOU

As the emotion stormed through the door,
I didn’t recognize its power of speech.
During my procession to move along the prehistorical pathway,
It became apparent to me that I was no longer in control.
Who is this person that carries this aroma of affection?
Would it be sufficient to believe that it is deserving to me?
Today, I’m chosen to feel this way however cautious.
What is the scent of ecstasy that’s overwhelming the air?
Could it be lust of a hard rain or a needed shower?
This feeling is unsparingly incoherent of one’s mind and body.
When my desolate soul is prompted by the grace of love,
Should I consider all things to be fortunate and viable?
Or continue through life without possibility of this experience?
Where will my broken heart lye when the butterflies fly?
As we’re aware the game of love is not known for its perpetuity.
In fact, love seems regretfully more reputable for his loss.
Why has this tremendous weight of happiness landed before me?
Can it not be conceivable that it will shatter in the ruins of heartbreak as well?
My trembling hands attempt to isolate themselves when
Soul wrenching emotions erode me from within as he approaches.
I’ve combusted within myself, if only because of his desire.
How is it possible that I’ve been granted yet another opportunity
To love and trust another as I would myself?
To hold someone near to my heart as if it were God’s way.
One could question every emotion and thought of his mind
Rather than act on the moment in time in which they stand.
Love is a phenomenal occurrence and intended to be so.
Always, it may be questionable and always it may be love.

2/2/02
"Fears are meant to be conquered."
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