Skin On Skin
Warmth emanates
From one soul to the other,
Smiles grow
Larger, and more pronounced
The longer contact continues.
Hands unite,
Each pulse beats
In perfect rhythm
To friendship’s refrain;
Fingers interlock,
Then arms gather
Into an embrace.
Pink on pink,
Senses electrify
As we are enveloped
Within a cradle of tenderness.
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very nice
Paul, I like the inference and that it isn't blatant. Leaves something to the readers imagination. raskin
yep
Poetry doesn't need to be explicit. If so, then Beauty becomes the Beast!
Thanks again for another fine comment. :-)
sensual
What you think about, you bring about.
Mmmmmm yummy poem