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Best Rick Berry Poems

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The Kiss

You kissed me 
I surrendered
It was involuntary
The seed was planted
It grew. It blossomed
Passion abounds

~Rick Berry

Copyright © Rick Berry | Year Posted 2011

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The Nape of Her Neck

I can visualize you on your side, sleeping
Gently, I lift the hair from your shoulders
To expose the nape of your neck
It whispers, quietly sings a sensual song
My lips gently touching your skin, we dance
My tongue ventures into the valley
The nape of your neck, indented, erotic
Eyes fixed, I see your body respond
Your skin tone reveals red, passion
You gasp, quitely your body reacts
No words are spoken, yet you speak loudly
I can smell, I can taste the desire
The nape of your neck, calls my name

~Rick Berry

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The Small of a Womans Back

The small of a womans back
Sacred ground, desire
It beckons, quietly inviting

Waiting to be caressed
Waiting to be touched
Waiting to be claimed

Unmistakably feminine
Uniquely landscaped
Female curves, danger

Feel the touch of my hands
Strong, firm, suggestive
Soft, tender, comforting

The small of a womans back
Waiting to be caressed
By the hands of her lover 

~Rick Berry

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Love and Fragrance

The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction

When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin

Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you

And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention

But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance

~Rick Berry


 

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The Most Beautiful Scent

The most beautiful scent I can imagine is you
L'odeur la plus belle que je peux imaginer vous est.

I breathe the scent of your body 
Inhale, the scent excites my senses
Exhale, in anticipation of my next breath

I breathe the scent of your body
Your scent is born of passion
Its purpose is to ignite

The bouquet is unmistakably yours
I recognize this scent anywhere
Blindfolded in a crowded room

It is a scent that only I detect
It is a scent that drives me
It is you. It is beautiful

And long after you have left 
I breathe your lingering scent on my body
I breathe your lingering scent on my pillow
I breathe your lingering scent on my lips

~Rick Berry

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I Will Find You

My best friend
My lover
My soulmate

I have not found you
Still, I search
I know you're waiting

I can sense it
I can feel it
We are close

I will find you
It's inevitable. 
It's our fate

I will find you
I will love you
I am yours

~Rick Berry

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Illusion

Sometimes imagination is my only friend
Mind over matter, there’s no strings
With a leap of faith, interpretation speaks quietly
Without an audience, reality is but an illusion
Waiting for answers, charging forward
Faith carries its own club, weighted down
Gently it reaches, precisely engineered
Generations wait with flawed anticipation
Giving solace to the masses, ignoring the obvious
Without pretense, conclusions are discarded
Abandoned with care, loneliness gives way to hope
Respectfully declined, lost in vengeful victory
Where love triumphs and hope is a futile answer
Where feelings, dreams and destiny have been stolen
Given freely, tempted by life, we control fate
If you’re in the game, you’ve already won

~Rick Berry

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Casualties of Love

Casualties of Love
Check the victims report
Broken hearts, pain, ice cold
Check the newswire
Filled with heartbreak, desire
Walk away, never look back
That’s how it’s done, no emotion
Don’t forget to look in the mirror
It’s a reflection of your life

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Innocent Innuendo

Innocent innuendo
Illusion turns to reality
Clay oven, fire, heat
The kiss, passion erupts
Standing in the rain, frozen heat
Your body is wet, torrential rains
The kisses become more sensual
The rythym accelerates, faster
Rain dripping down your face
I can taste your essence
I can smell the feminine scent
Your body is wet, I feel fire
The taste of romance
Simultaneously, we collapse
Innocent innuendo

~Rick Berry 
 

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Awakened

I was awakened by your scent
It is a scent that consumes me
It is on my fingers...my lips...in my hair
It is ingrained in my skin
I can taste it on my tongue
I can breathe it, inhale... slowly, deeply
Exhale, in anticipation of my next breathe
It is calling me
It demands my attention
It’s a dance... a waltz
It is a play between two lovers
It is primal, our reactions are primal
Slowly, the tempo quickens
Then it ends, the music stops
Simultaneously, the play ends
Curtain calls, bravo!

~Rick Berry

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