To the "Kiss" challenge


In a hot night,
I saw you, you saw me,
There is so much tension,
Between us,
And the weights of our stares,
You hate me, I know,
I want you, you know,
It must be the night,
It must be what we feel,
Chemistry has us now in its grasp,

I like the taste of your fingers,
Like succulent sugar canes,
Sweet and obsessive,
The taste of your neck,
Like fresh nectar from a mango tree,
But the lips, those hungry lips says it all,

I had these before,
I fed them grapes,
I fed them cherries,
But nothing ever beats our first contact,
I taste every fruit,
Every loving touch,
Heat melts the cold anger,
Rips into blind and grasping lust,
I want more, you want more,
All we want is our taste,
Tonight and the morning after,

The dancer moves without a trace,

Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-09-26 at 05:12

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keith nunes
"nothing ever beats our first contact"
quite right. i like this poem

Captivating and hot...the wanting that is denied, yet it beats wildly within two hearts....amazing write Brian.
Magical, passionate, and Wow, a chemical reaction waiting to spontaneously combust.