Welcome to all, im glad you have found your way here. One might as where "here" is. Well here is where I am keeping some of my various works so that they might be reflected upon and perhaps given constructive critiscism. Everything here is my original creation and proteced by copyright law, anyone wishing to use any work here must contact me at P.O. Box 649, North Bend Oregon, 97459 or Quixote_Thoughts@yahoo.com or 541-290-4752. At any rate I give you your first taste of my mind.
Todays creation is a poem entitled PASSION, this is something I wrote whilst on a geology field trip and thinking to myself. Here I was attempting to capture a sense of passion and raw emotion without branching into anythign too complex. I was also using some oceanic references to better connect to the readers mind and hopefully i was sucessful. As always your comments, so long as they are respectful, are welcomed in the box next to the posts. So without further ado.
Passion-
In the shivers they found each other
and through the sweat they were connected.
Like the swaying of the deep ocean waves,
so to was their flesh; the push of sweaty skin upon sweaty skin, the pull away only to begin anew once more.
Air, having started dry and warm, was now sweltering and thick with the moisture of their entwined bodies.
Smells, that were neither sweet nor offensive, hung heavy in that moisture and filled their nostrils with the combined scent of each other.
Lips that so often spoke of intellectual pursuits or made sarcastic art now left behind their words for the taste of perspired flesh and passionate tongue.
Time made no difference any longer, the act never ceasing just pausing so the players could renew their energies.
The heavens above and hells below gave way to glory that was one another and the world shuddered beneath their lustful menstruations.
Breath came and went in short gasps and long drawn out sighs as hands learned the very contour of the continents of smooth skin.
Eye’s betrayed the pleasure of both heart and being as waves of release broke upon shores of the body.
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