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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 http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love4.php

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Jayne Eggins

Date: 8/8/2009 7:36:00 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

Date: 8/3/2009 6:08:00 PM

I shudder with the beautiful emotions in this poem! So touching and simply awesome! Deb

Charlene Bird

Date: 7/31/2009 8:16:00 PM

The perfect storm that holds all the intensity of the night. Your passion is beautiful Dear James.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/30/2009 3:55:00 PM

Love how you write that love on paper. Keep writing. Sara

Trudy Diane Rider

Date: 7/30/2009 3:42:00 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 ~*~