Primal Desire Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Primal Desire
Sliding fingers
in my hair
gripped and let go
your eyes on my shoulders
lower down
to feast on the roundness
tips that taste searching
hurry around
slow down, fast they go
fingertips traces my lines
hard and soft
out my love secrets
sharp lines on my back
sway and sway
till you pin me down
in my mouth your whole
moan and groan
fireworks in the sky
fiercely beautiful
tender
vaguely animal
breathed have you
life into me
my skin red alive
like a lioness
in heat
fiery flame, combustion
primal desire
this is love
this is soul
poetic fireworks on primal desire..sensual write well pinned down...10
Great and beautiful composition...fireworks everywhere on display...10+++
Comment: oohh! ! ooopss........that was not the intention at all sadiq trust me............just feelings penned...well thanks anyway.......
You When naked You over me On my neck Like vampire Bleeding teeth My hands On your roundness In celebration The dark angel Some new goddess When you tore My chest To break open My heart See inside The color of blood Whether it resembled Yours or not Secrets no trust From dead You make me up Some earthly love This time
Optimal use of words is the beauty of this nice poem. Thoughts provoking too 10+++
wow...holesum its strong and raw...like its supposed to be very well written indeed i recomned my Magic touch & a date with memsahib cheers
in my mouth your whole moan and groan fireworks in the sky Yes, that is the primal desire that has now perverted into the moans and groans of life. Sensual but beautifully penned. CP
Beautiful images here Reshma....sensual write...thank you...Fi 10++
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You will make many to wet their pants Reshma, a superb write, in magic realism, claiming in the end that primal desire is love and soul. Is not art real human feelings or just created by isloated minds? 10++++