Her Beauty, My HeartA Poem by Brandee D. HackFrom the perspective of a man...
The days slip by like flower petals.
The mist; it sings with it's happiness. The window is luminous with the sun's rays, and the beautiful woman leans on the sill. She opens it and lets the beauty fall in. Sun glistens on her beautiful breasts, as she gently leans to water the plants. I gaze on the forbidden as if I may become Eve. I should hide my gaze upon her beauty, but I cannot ignore my heart either. She is my lover and a brilliant one at that. Yet, only I can show and bask in her brilliance. I walked into her home one day not knowing what I would find. Then some how we got carried away... our bodies decided to take a roll in the hay. I slid my hands down her simple curves and it felt like nothing I can begin to describe. I began to play the long sweet melodies that seemed to chime every time I touched her. As we began the slow lover's dance, I notice everything about her. The slow rising of her body on mine... Oh! she is simply that of the Goddess divine! I ravish her body; all slow and sweet. Then upon a glance she is above me. Her body moves with such urgency. Oh God! She is a dream, I swear. Her hands caress my manhood... God! What pleasures befall me! She takes hold and her mouth is all over my body -- with such tender lips. Without a second glance, our bodies have begun the dance. She starts slow; up and down... I've never felt anything so wonderful. Our passion can go on for hours... then we continue our dance of love. Then as we end our harmonious play, There is only one thing I would like to say. I have been watching forever. Will you be mine, marry me? For worse, for better?
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3 Reviews Added on January 2, 2010 Last Updated on January 2, 2010 AuthorBrandee D. HackIreland Co.AboutHello all. My name is Brandee. I have wrote many different genres of writings for many years. I hope that by putting it up that that will help me get some feedback and constructive criticism. .. more.. |

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