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Do you…
When you look at me, do you see…
My luminous bright spirit shining stirring awakened within
My curious intense eyes looking deep into your hidden soul
My passionate adoring heart that embraces your very being
My courageous inquisitive mind for taking a leap of faithfulness
When you touch me, do you feel…
My silky velvety skin longing for your soft gentle embrace
My breathe hesitatingly gasping for air from the slightest contact
My muscles contract stiffening from each stroke of my inner essence
My restless impatient body hardening after each endless clinched caress
When you smell me, do you sense…
My sexuality seeping through every particle fragment of my core
My intoxicating fragrance entangle all sense of valid rationalization
My exhilarated delicate bouquet in overwhelming bewilderment
When you listen to me, do you hear…
My seductive mumbling moaning escaping my delicately tender lips
My exasperated aching breathe yearning for release
When you taste me, do you savor…
My sweet bitter inner essence saturated in anticipated wetness
Do you?
When you taste, do you savor…
Your apprehensive anxiety of being when biting intending spiteful aim
When you listen, do you hear…
Your aggravated maimed verbal language offending leaving invisible wounds
Your explicit continued unkind words needless to pleas of concession
When you smell, do you sense…
Your unpleasant urge to vacate with feelings overcome with queasy uncertainty
Your annoyance enraged following prolonged words of nauseated disgust
Your humiliating disgrace loathing embraces from another vivacious brilliant soul
When you touch, do you feel…
Your startled anxiety bubbling swelling rise with agitated neediness
Your aversion belittling your hidden desires lacking eternal strength
Your mortality shaken with dismal endless conclusions
Your lacking hopefulness of everlastingly contentment diminished
When you look, do you see…
Your passion diminishing under overcoming pressures of ecstasy blissfulness
Your misery stricken soul gloomy from unresolved sullenness resentment
Your endless supply of mounting scars of unclean expressions of abominate
Your secluded heart looming yet isolated without fear of everlasting bliss
Your misery penetrating those misplaced disoriented transparent life-forces
Do you…
When you look…do you really see what and who you are to you and to others…
When you touch…do you really feel what and who you are to you and to others…
When you smell…do you really sense what and who you are to you and to others…
When you listen…do you really hear what and who you are to you and to others…
When you taste…do you really savor what and who you are to you and to others…
Written by Sheri Lynn Webber
January 2008
Unknown "Model Poet" Intrigued
- 16 years, 10 months, 13 days ago
