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Fusion (Free verse) by Kitch The whispering wind spoke our names,
and what if fate was listening,
as 2 bodies were glistening,
two lips kissing,
by crackling twigs and roaring flames.
What if I were stroking your spine with the inside of my fingers?
Touching you in broken rhymes of spontaneity,
that begs you to play with me,
where senstaion lingers.
Beauty they say, is only skin deep,
So I must kiss you from the outside in,
Until you scream, and find your dream in sleep,
relaxing, then collapsing in a frenzied heap.
I'll be stretching you completely so your bodies tight,
kissing you discreetly till you feel me bite,
Till the moon yields to sun at the death of night.
Stroking your hair violently,
Whilst oscillating silently,
waiting for your crime to be,
something you crave you consider taboo,
If it helps the moment,
I'll say 'I love you'.
Is this attraction proving to hot?
We're so fucking tired but you won't let me stop,
A shadow of the twirling fan,
cooling the sweat of a tired man.
I'll kiss the skin on your lips,
move like wildfire between your hips,
and then in the morning I'll ask you your name,
before doing it all over again,
This is no illusion,
Just carnal chess in full fusion.
Up the ladder:
Taken Captive
Down the ladder:
Obsidian Reflection
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Posted: June 21, 2003 9:34 AM PDT; Last modified: June 21, 2003 9:34 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.4482355 Overall Rank: 2935 Comments:
My fee for this spectacular edit? Your sole rolled in olive oil.
first two lines of second verse are good
a few cliches in the first verse though
Wow! Depth, and Rhyme, Worked out seemlessly. True still a few cliche lines but over all, Nice. Best I've read by you so far. -9-
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and what if fate listened?
As those two bodies glistened.
Two lips kissing by crackling twigs,
and toasty split flames.
What if I were stroking your spine,
with smoother of fingers?
Touching you in broken rhymes of spontaneity.
That beg you come play with me.
Where sensation lingers
nocturnally.
Beauty, they say, is skin deep.
So I must kiss you from outside in.
Until you scream, and find your dreams spent
relaxing to fein collapsable satasfaction.
I'll be stretching you completely.
So your body winds right.
Kissing you indiscreetly 'till you feel just me.
'till the moon yields waning
Into a sun that knows no night.
Stroking your hair violently,
Whilst oscillating silently.
Waiting for your crime to be.
Some said thing to crave and profile
If it helps the moment,
I'll say "I love you".
If this attraction proves too hot
No one shall tire, but you when green lights stop.
The twirling fans shadow.
Cooling sweat on a well worked man.
I'll kiss the pink off your lips,
and crawl me a wildfire between your hips,
and then in the morning I'll request a name.
To do it again all day and retain
This is no illusion, but if I'm wrong,
please do not say
Just carnal chess in full fusion
Let our bodies play.