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Perfect Fit

A touch of your lips
at the curve of my hips
A caress of your hand
at my whispered demand
A slide of your tongue
over skin silky young

A supple breast
A taut nipple
I touch your chest
Feel your body ripple

I moan as you pull me close to you.
You groan as you stretch me and slip through.

The rhythm builds
as you push to my depths
We become frenzied and frantic
Closer to the 'little death'

You stop and tense
and look directly into my eyes
The intensity in that look
sets off your cries
I shout out your name
as the spasms hit
And I realize still
your the perfect fit.

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Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

18 years 1 month ago

Dear God I'm blushing

But in a good way, I am sure. I hate to admit it, but the wandering rhythm and rhyme pattern was a distraction for me. Not a huge distraction but I found myself looking for a pattern that was not there and that slowed me down and caused me to re-read lines. I would almost classify this as five (5) related poems as the structure changes from stanza to stanza. Overall it is an effective piece but disjointed in structure even though the narrative did its level best to make it seamless. Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)
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abrelosojos

18 years 1 month ago

“and i realize you are

"and i realize you are still the perfect fit" great ending...although i cant relate to it i still like it ;) fragile things: take flight!
professor

professor

18 years 1 month ago

The rhythm of life...and love

Jonathan is right Lacy this is a poem with a sensual joined up story but a very disjointed rhythm structure. What you want is to sweep us headlong from first touch through to orgasm building all the way until your ulltimate slightly tongue in cheek "perfect-fit" punchline. So here are some suggestions to help reach that inevitable climax with an inexorable rhythm. lol: A cupped, supple breast A taut, erect nipple That rakes across your chest And feels your body ripple I moan as your arching pulls me closer to you. You groan as your stretching lets my wanting slip through. The thrusting rhythm builds as you plummet my depth movements frenzied and frantic as we reach ‘little death’ You stop, drawn up tense staring into my eyes with a look so intense that it sets off your cries I shout out your name as jerking spasms hit And I realize that still you are the (my?) perfect fit. Hope this helps to show what I mean. Keith
Mark

Mark

18 years 1 month ago

I don't know

I read straight down it with no problem and can only say one thing - YeeHaa!!! A nice bit of an erotic poem well done and not overdone :) I thouroughly enjoyed the experience. Maybe it can be better I don't know but I certainly will be watching :) Truly, Mark
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Calliope

18 years 1 month ago

Proff

You've written this better than I could have,lolI think I'll leave both versions up take some suggestions but I cant use your words it doesnt seem right.but i'll keep working on it. Lacy Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.
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Calliope

18 years 1 month ago

Thank you Cat and David

I'm glad you liked it.it's still not finished,though so keep an eye out,lol. Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.