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Our Tenderness Flows

In lacy black
She invitingly lures
The love of her man
Strong and pure
On our bed she lies
As i see through the black
Her curvaceous body
Shows no lack
Enticing in pout
Her lips glossed
She draws me in
I'm about to be bossed
My hands wander
Over her black attire
While the man in me
In furnace desire
Our souls meet
Flesh to flesh
As her breasts stand proud
Through the lacy black mesh
Bodies impressed
As we join at the hips
Lips to lips
As our loving grips
In rhythmic sway
Our tenderness flows
As my love for my love
Internally grows
In explosive delight
Her body arcs
Our love this evening
Orchestral manoeuvres in the dark

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 11/6/2009 12:38:00 PM
No life without passion! Well written, James! I especially liked the last two lines. And thank you for your comment on Atacama which I appreciated. I once lived close to this desert(in Antofagasta) and visited often the place. Nobody can imagine how different the desert could be without being there once. Keep your pen flowing....Gert
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Date: 11/6/2009 10:49:00 AM
Passionality written Jame. Sincerely Moses
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Date: 11/6/2009 4:46:00 AM
Wow, James! "Orchestral maneuvers in the dark" says it all. Quite a passionate write from a soulful man. Love to the Highlander with Heart! Carolyn
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Date: 11/5/2009 3:09:00 PM
Nicely done passionate write. Keep writing. Sara Thanks for the comments on my work.
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Date: 11/5/2009 3:00:00 PM
Well I must say she is a lucky lady.. Highlander... and u are a lucky man... great descriptive verses done so tastefully and intriguing the reader to continue to culmination... great job .. u are a master with words... and scenes... only someone in love could write this way... thankxxx for your ever inspiring and prolific comments tonight on my many poems posted today.. I hope I will always be an asset to the Soup.. Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. Sweetie...
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