Post by Eclipse on Mar 30, 2004 20:12:02 GMT -5
one of my rare, but sensual poems. enjoy! 
Evanescent
You’re burning next to me, in something close to torture.
Fingers tracing over skin, dragging deep trenches of fire.
I scarcely breathe; struggling yet bathing in the riches of your eyes.
And I’m afraid to make a ripple, a splash, to shatter the moment.
Your supple hands now wander, counting up the trail of my spine.
Noting every ridge, committing each line and contour to memory.
Sparks of your passion, shimmering down my back, to settle in my stomach.
Though they don’t calm the fluttering wings arisen deep inside.
Shivering between ecstacy and the insanity of waiting.
Sinking deeper into a delusional state, riding waves of your caresses.
You’re water vapor next to me; you’re hot and slick beneath my hands,
And the sweet rain pours around us, sizzling on skin to steam.
Aqueous scintillation, the droplets sliding slowly down.
Take me in your arms, and I’m done for. Forget resistance.
This has to be a dream, and you must be the mirage, sent
To agonize me with your silence, and your straying hands with
Minds of their own, and intentions well-hidden in your eyes.
What could be more sweet than this? What could reveal such passion?
Take me; Touch me; Sweet torment; Just please: Don’t let go.
Evanescent
You’re burning next to me, in something close to torture.
Fingers tracing over skin, dragging deep trenches of fire.
I scarcely breathe; struggling yet bathing in the riches of your eyes.
And I’m afraid to make a ripple, a splash, to shatter the moment.
Your supple hands now wander, counting up the trail of my spine.
Noting every ridge, committing each line and contour to memory.
Sparks of your passion, shimmering down my back, to settle in my stomach.
Though they don’t calm the fluttering wings arisen deep inside.
Shivering between ecstacy and the insanity of waiting.
Sinking deeper into a delusional state, riding waves of your caresses.
You’re water vapor next to me; you’re hot and slick beneath my hands,
And the sweet rain pours around us, sizzling on skin to steam.
Aqueous scintillation, the droplets sliding slowly down.
Take me in your arms, and I’m done for. Forget resistance.
This has to be a dream, and you must be the mirage, sent
To agonize me with your silence, and your straying hands with
Minds of their own, and intentions well-hidden in your eyes.
What could be more sweet than this? What could reveal such passion?
Take me; Touch me; Sweet torment; Just please: Don’t let go.
Coz it is hot... kinda like Eclipse's other sensual poem... that was hot too...