Is it moving too fast Growing too strong Are we becoming one all too suddenly From conversation to cuddling From cuddling to kissing Is it all moving too fast for me Is it like or love Infatuation or lust Is it anything worth holding on to Have i made a mistake Have i taken the wrong step Have i gone the wrong direction Into this relationship phase With every fingure i lay on him Turns him on immediatly Every kiss Every hot wisper against his ear Turns up the heat The way my hands move over his body The motions of my lips kissing him Makes his member rise Standing proud Firmly pointed in the air His temperature gets hotter His kisses become more passionate His hands stroll ove my entire being Driving my senses wild He kisses my back Has my body moving out of control We're so hot now Waves of passion passing from one body to the other He kisses me here Caresses me there Pleasures me in ways i thought no one could
it's not so much as erotic poetry, but sensual...speaking of which i had a disturbingly sexually orientated dream last night. meep. anyhoo, i like this poem and thought you deserved a comment.
I think that poems can't really be judged by a poll. What you or I may think is a good poem may be, to someone else, an awful poem. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
