Heather Lewis Poet I do not know?

Someone

A tender touch of your raw lips
Warms my cooled blood.
The gentle trace of your stern jaw
By my graceful, broken touch.
I navigate the icy sapphire
below your darkened brow.
Tempted, chained to you;
There is no escape now.

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Melissa Kemp September 17, 2009 at 5:26 PM This is an amazing poem! I think it's just perfect!!!!!!!! *Snakelady*

Sara Kendrick September 17, 2009 at 2:04 AM Those doggone hormones just suck us in. Beautifully written expressing your passion. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire April 5, 2009 at 9:16 PM How well you capture the concept of being a prisoner of love. Very passionate, yet tender poem, Heather!

Xavier Keough April 5, 2009 at 5:08 PM Love the sensuality and the texture. Great write.

Lord R. E. Taylor April 5, 2009 at 3:35 PM VERY EROTIC! I loved the warm feeling I got from reading this piece.

L'Nass Shango April 5, 2009 at 2:35 PM What is more magnetic: the kiss, the poem, or the pantings of the heart ... I cannot see escape from either or all. Intelligently crafted write. Peace and love

John Loving Iii April 5, 2009 at 12:48 PM now that one tough lip lock. jhl