Ueda_Angel Posted May 27, 2012 Share Posted May 27, 2012 My heart is racing rapidly My breath comes out in pants. I feel your lips lingering I won't give up this chance I look into those lust filled eyes I feel your skin on mine This strange sensation that surfaces I'm now trying to define. You plant your kisses on my skin Your marking what you claim As I return the favor It's to show I feel the same I finally feel your lips on mine The taste is bittersweet Your tongue it battles with my own But I will not admit defeat. Your hands began to move around Explorers on the run The destination is unknown But getting there is half the fun Your eyes drink in each part of me My face has gone dark red. You tell me that I'm perfect to you Tears now I try not to shed. Each touch and tease is way too much Yet I can't get enough You kiss me with a wicked grin 'I'm just getting to the good stuff.' . 15 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yojichan Posted May 27, 2012 Share Posted May 27, 2012 Your marking what you claim Did you mean "you're marking what you claim" ? This is a very passionate and flirty poem. I like the choice of words and the overall flow of it. Otsukare, Tat-chan! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karin Posted May 30, 2012 Share Posted May 30, 2012 I like it very much! This is one of my favorite poems, Tat-chan! :Red_fox: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rei Posted June 1, 2012 Share Posted June 1, 2012 I like your poem a lot! This is my favorite part, the end, very very nice Each touch and tease is way too much Yet I can't get enough You kiss me with a wicked grin 'I'm just getting to the good stuff.' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
amayakaida Posted September 10, 2012 Share Posted September 10, 2012 You plant your kisses on my skin Your marking what you claim As I return the favor It's to show I feel the same Your hands began to move around Explorers on the run The destination is unknown But getting there is half the fun Each touch and tease is way too much Yet I can't get enough You kiss me with a wicked grin 'I'm just getting to the good stuff.' one of few poems that i really like normally i hate poems ... nice job Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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