James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Their Perfect Storm

In sultry sit
Her face veiled
Positional pout
My mind scaled
 
Through the veil
Her eyes i sense
Luring me
To loves essence
 
She draws me in
Like a black widow lures
Embraced in her arms
Matured now lured
 
Her limpet grip
Around my waist
Her moist sweet lips
My tongue tastes
 
Pleasurable rhythm
Waves of love
Sweat-ed souls
Eagle and dove
 
Satisfaction
Gratification
Splendour in join
Sweet sensation
 
Retire to cosy
Content and warm
Sexual tempest
Their perfect storm


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Jayne Eggins August 8, 2009 at 7:36 PM James .... This is breathlessly beautiful I bow to your prowess you really are one of my favourites here ... i dont often get around to reading and wish i could but with health issues I am in and out of hospital ... but I am so glad when I do ... brilliant love in this tempest you created for us ... Love Jayne x x

Deborah Herber August 3, 2009 at 6:08 PM I shudder with the beautiful emotions in this poem! So touching and simply awesome! Deb

Charlene Bird July 31, 2009 at 8:16 PM The perfect storm that holds all the intensity of the night. Your passion is beautiful Dear James.

Sara Kendrick July 30, 2009 at 3:55 PM Love how you write that love on paper. Keep writing. Sara

Trudy Diane Rider July 30, 2009 at 3:42 PM You Highlanders certainly love to woo the wee lasses, and you do it so well! Thank you also on your comments about my John Denver poem truely a great loss to country music. I would like to go see the memorial that was built to him, it's somewhere in the Rockies, a winding path through the mountains with big rocks carved with the lyrics to his songs. ~*~Trudy ~*~