A relapse,
I’m back in your arms
the fix,
every inch of me
needs to feed upon.
I want your touch,
sizzling
on my skin,
to breathe only your scent
and let it take
all control from me.
Veins pulse in our
explicit embrace
sending ebbs and flows
into puissant
chaos.
Waves
wash over my
voracious physique
like the perfect hit;
satisfied cries soar high.
Collapsing into you
at last, admitting my
addiction,
enlightened
and soon, I will
devour you once more.
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Um I don't know speak the truth lol :)
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You certainly have an expressive vocabulary, Cin. I'm wondering if perhaps the idea here of your attachment to this person might not be served better, though, by a different metaphor. The concept of love as an addiction is pretty well used, at this point in the history of poetry. The impact lessens on the readers every time we hear it, and at this point I doubt it does much for frequent readers of poetry.
You're heading in the right direction; your style is promising. But try to really consider your metaphors before expending the effort on beautifying them.
Thanks for a good read.
Bailey. Rewarded 8
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Umm well I have never written a love, erotic piece using these metaphors before so just because you've seen it a heap of times etc doesnt mean mine isn't origanal and perfectly fine as it is
thank you very much!!
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very nice.....
its so perfectly fit together
u used the right words... not 2 detailed,not so bad..jk IT WAS AWSOME..i'd never write one..but urs was very unique -
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Thank you lol
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wow =]
i liked this one it was really good. i think you have heard this before but, i liked the way your poem captured the almost (and definitly there) appetite that devouers everyone. I liked this one ;-). Rewarded 4
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hey cindylicious
love the pic, theres nothing like a good backside. a little less erotic and more poetic than your recent efforts but still erotica.
dave. Rewarded 4
June 3