I ride on your thighs, and I embrace you with my both hands
The wind scraps our deep love dance off with the sudden gusts.
Our swift flicks it several times, its tip just touching the wet sand.
The sky is blue and the leaves of our tree are covered with orange rust.
My hands move down your body before reaching your hips.
The predation tremor is the early life dance of thrills flounder.
Cradling my body in your arms, my lips are warm against your lips.
Your thoughts make me shiver as my eyes wander endlessly over.
You take steps and make the turn into, and become a part of my dance.
An explosion of dawn light and the stirrings of happiness herald.
You take me to a loving place, take me higher, and I fall into a trance.
I keep the new world in the grain of green having eyes of emerald.
You keep close, love whispers in my ear, I fly to the heavens' high
While touching me, you dance your lips in many orbital circles.
It's a rip in the space-time continuum, and I hear your love sigh.
Love makes slain the sentinel, a deity surrounding our corpuscles.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
WOW i think love is a dance and we all make mistakes in it but we get right up and we show our best moves GREAT POEM
A deep and dearing dance that is simply delightful!
Sensuousness is at its peak. The dance of love is the dance of soul. I like your unique style. Captivating write.
Wow! ... Did you by any chance, attend any emotional school? You make me feel like hmmmm.... hmmmmm.... Nice rhyme. Very tempting.
Like floor exercise [is also a Dance] in gymnastics where Romanians have monopoly [smile] here in format of ‘You keep real close, ’...this real is REAL … thanks sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sensual and passionate! Dance of love...highest form of worship! So enjoyed; D