the morning commute
untitled
bound by hands
she kisses ... me
grips ... me
lose my sense
feel the passion washing over me
i whisper, "be gentle"
feel her warm lips on me
the excitement builds to a frenzy
start to tingle
"go slow"
wait for it...
hold...
hasta que no puedo mas
my mind unravels
explodes into fragments
must have been a good time
must have been a good time
i smile...
who judges??
bound by hands
she kisses ... me
grips ... me
lose my sense
feel the passion washing over me
i whisper, "be gentle"
feel her warm lips on me
the excitement builds to a frenzy
start to tingle
"go slow"
wait for it...
hold...
hasta que no puedo mas
my mind unravels
explodes into fragments
must have been a good time
must have been a good time
i smile...
who judges??
Labels: poems
posted by Santiago at 9:18 AM
5 Comments:
i've always loved reading your poems!!!
I feel "the passion washing over" me...i like this poem...BRAVO!!!
it has been a while. i keep wanting to write more but have no time.
Thank you Sonrisa and Dr. Vodka for your feedback.
I enjoy the part that reads, "my mind unravels and explodes into fragments"
This is fabulous that you write poetry. Have you read any Neruda books?
No, Mariposa, I have not read any of his poetry. I hear he is really good. I came as close to his work as watching "il postino".
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