A chance meeting I thought
so stuffed with sheer delight
openly, I soaked you within
overwhelmed, lust at first sight.
Instantly, tossing aside rules
charged full speed ahead
exploring passion's full limit
marveling at how it spread.
Endless, churning heat
touches fueled more desire.
The power of our passion
exploded to a raging fire.
All attempts to explain
failed, fell out of sight.
Thoughts corroded by action
bursting lust, at first bite.
Unsatiable cravings
like lightning struck
zapped the senses
sanity out of luck.
Each encounter grew
as if a volcano loaded
filled with needs buried
finally just exploded.
My mind is consumed
soul etched with yearns.
Your touch just rages
searing luscious burns.
The fire of us, together
blinds the best for sure.
An uncontrollable ailment
light years from a cure.
Every fibre of me
tingles from your flame.
Morning, noon, night
quivers not to be tamed.
Helpless in our mire
we only depend on us
thoughts of tommorrow, fade
today, wallow in endless lust.
Del Cano 2004 September
3 comments:
very fortunate woman...
love your poetry, more like lust. i look forward to your entries.
Billie
I read this poem, i like it. You have a way with words. But my favorite is this one particular line:
Every fibre of me
tingles from your flame.
Morning, noon, night
quivers not to be tamed.
Don't ask me why, it's just beautiful. (but i have been told more than once that i'm a little strange at times... LOL)
There is just something about the segment below that sparked me:
My mind is consumed
soul etched with yearns.
Your touch just rages
searing luscious burns.
(Response)
A yearn can be such a powerful thing
and consumes the mind indeed.
It's a feeling that can be overwhelming
especially when there's a need.
Lust of this kind
is so hard to contain.
It saturatesyou completely
as if it was the rain.
Spencer, this writ is speaking to me! Trust me, I know this feeling.
Ms PScott
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