Monday, February 27, 2012

First Love .... Prose Poem ........... Revisited

His finger softy strums my face like a Spanish guitar,
Vibrations radiate down my flesh, as his fingertips embrace my face,
On a downward tilt his head slowly moves,
Eyes connect, emotions race

As my eyes close, I can feel his lips caress mine,
Head turns, eyes close tight, lips gently part, a sigh escape my throat, a moan escapes his,
A quick breath, a deeper kiss, bodies embrace tighter,
We exhale... to the unknown territory of pure love

1ManView © 1999 – 2012

16 comments:

  1. for many, "love" is an unknown territory. but its a very beautiful too.

    lovely words :)

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  2. Your poems posses a certain level of class that other sex poems lack. I love them, all.

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  3. Beautiful! You make it look so easy, but I'm sure I couldn't write like you.

    Love,
    Kitty

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  4. HA!
    Kitty, you write better then I do already. (Truth) Just the matter of you finding a style that fits your thoughts, and you feel comfortable with. A sensitive person like yourself usually write beautiful poetry once they learn how to project their thoughts on paper...

    1ManView

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  5. "We exhale... to the unknown territory of pure love"

    This left me captivated.

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    1. Sublime, isn't it? thanks for commenting Sweets...

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  7. a spanish guitar...

    perfecto!

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