It starts
With sparks
They ignite
Catch fire
In delight
As lips
Brush
And hips
Twist
Our hearts
Race
To chase
And catch
Own
Devour
One another
Skin on skin
Flesh on flesh
Breasts on chest
Hands intertwine
Balance declines
As the moment
Brings lines
And lines
Of poetry and prose —
Of divine
Sensual
Sensory
Overload
Until
We
Give
Unto
Each
Other
Our passion —
Our bodies
Undone
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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from death into life
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
By angela hepworth7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Sultry sensual indeed.
Oooo, this was a steamy one hahaha. Well done!
appropriate for Valentine's. Nicely done
What a description of love of two people. Great work.
Well, that definitely made me blush. I'm guessing you had a lovely Valentine's Day.
A hot, steamy breath, this one🔥
Sounds like someone is having a good weekend!💖🥂
Oh, my, is it getting warm in here ;)