Uriah Hamilton

Repeatedly Kiss The Pillow - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Brunette lady
With dark mysterious eyes,
You even mesmerize the moonlight
Falling softly upon you with love.

In a midnight garden, roses sleep
Like happy angels,
But you walk with a man
Kissing the nape of your neck,
Running his hand beneath your blouse
To touch your stomach in ecstasy.

The heavens are breathing romance,
Amorous gods and goddesses are disrobing,
The world is becoming intoxicated
With the wine of desire,
And you alone surpass them all
With your supple body of captivating dreams,
With the slightest movements of your breasts
Making every gazing man tremulous,
Setting off lovely eruptions.

It is impossible to possess you,
But I would repeatedly kiss the pillow
That has cradled and caressed your head
While you peacefully slept
And left the world anxiously waiting
To see your magnificent vision again.

Comments about Repeatedly Kiss The Pillow by Uriah Hamilton

  • (4/14/2006 9:39:00 PM)

    In order to be worthy of the Goddess, you must believe you are! Well written, erotic and filled with adoration of the ideal feminine.


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  • (4/14/2006 5:32:00 PM)

    I can only say that you are such a fine artist this is wonderful and it captures scenes like butterflies for the mind, Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006

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