Insatiable Lover

9 Comments

Tags:
  • Passion

    Insatiable Lover

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Insatiable Lover

     

    Wrap me in your arms

    And take me to euphoric places

    Touch me until I tremble with desire

    Then ever so slowly …… take me higher

    Brush your lips softly against mine

    Tell me how I taste like wine

    Run your fingers through my hair

    And whisper my name like a prayer

    Take me to the higher ground

    Then gently … gently …take me down

    Passions simmering …out of control

    Please me … tease me … make us whole

    Feel your heart beat with mine

    You take me to a place in time

    Where nothing matters …only us

    Feel the love, embrace the lust

    Bodies flowing into heat

    Lover..... Lover

    When can we meet?

    Poem Comments

    (9)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    sabanwanderer commented on Insatiable Lover

    08-05-2010

    Girl, meet me in "New York".... a magical place between earth and heaven under a star studded sky pounding surf on the borders while a gentle wind blows. Meet me in "New York"... during the steel blue hour between shifting panels of black night and renlentless sun. In "New York"... there is no time, there is nothing, except warmth, passion and two hearts beating as one

    kdarcy commented on Insatiable Lover

    08-01-2010

    Loved it, passion is the real blood of life, for it fuels where we go, conquers a mission both planned or not.

    dahlusion commented on Insatiable Lover

    01-15-2010

    delicious on so many levels; exuding strong imagery.

    SavVySam commented on Insatiable Lover

    01-15-2010

    Hi Mufasa~Very passionate write, done quite beautifully! This is smoothly sensual embracing Love, Lust, and all that lies between! ~10!

    dumplin commented on Insatiable Lover

    10-19-2009

    Holy shit, I need to go have a conversation with Mr. Showerhead about this poem!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    mufasa’s Poems (41)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Power 3
    Open Doors 1
    Hearts on Fire 2
    The man next door 1
    REMEMBER ME 1
    WOMEN OF THE WORLD 1
    SATIRE 2
    CATCH THE FIRE 1
    Silhouettes 3
    Golden Future 2
    Passion for Home 3
    Heart and Soul 3
    Our Greater Treasure 2
    BLACK LISTED 3
    THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE 6
    Waiting 6
    THE OLD HOUSE 4
    Demons of the world. 3
    Long ago and far away 5
    Hypocrites 3
    Insatiable Lover 9
    Free Spirit 4
    My son 4
    Hurricane 1
    Woman 1
    My Dragon 2
    Wrapped in darkness 2
    Puzzles 3
    Soldier 9
    Human 4
    The I of Being 4
    Games 8
    Stars 6
    Conflict 2
    Loves Circle 4
    Hearts desire 2
    If 5
    Life 3
    Dreamer 1
    Passions 2
    Earthdreams 7