Purely PhysicalA Poem by CarleeAbout sex and why people do it, not vulgar.A moan echoes throughout the room Physical pleasure is obtained Sweaty bodies Racing hearts Blood pumping faster and faster Moving together in a rhythm and dance as old as time
Can you feel it?
There is a magic in the joining of bodies A feeling that while sometimes fleeting, leaves a permanent imprint.
Angry red marks down tense, slick skin. Bruises on small hips. Words lost to breathy whispers and moans. Names become meaningless.
Whatever your reasons-- love... Vengence.... 'I'd rather be a happy w***e than a girl with a broken heart...' 'I need to be lost...'
It's what makes us human. It's legendary. It, like many pleasures, causes different emotions. Both a pleasure trip and a weapon.
What it really comes down to is what you feel. You may love it-- or hate it. But everyone wants it. Regardless of if you admit it or not. © 2008 Carlee |
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Added on February 13, 2008 Last Updated on February 29, 2008 |

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