The last with lust...
between your arms...
here i am...
as a great panel...
drew by a great artist...
in front of your eyes...
here i am...
as boat without drone...
has no leader to ride...
lay away your imaginations...
threw your paintbrush away...
here i am your panel which you seeks for...
waiting your touches...
waiting your colors...
needing you as paintbrush...
to draw me through your fires..
and to fire each others..
let me lie down peacefully into your lap...
pillow my head on your chest...
to throw all worries back...
with a happiness taking a nap while you hugging me...
get me more close to you...
let me lose myself through your hot breathes...
and your exciting whispers...
to give me all colors of love...
here i am your panel...
give me your hot colors...
give me, my happiness through your great appetite...
draw me with your lips...
with your hot naked body fire me...
with no stop..
with no mercy...
to the last with lust...
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' The Last With Lust'... you painted a beautiful picture of striking images and colored emotions. A masterful job, a 10+++
Poem, have maximum of emotion. Desire, passion and love, are starting imagination which is creating pictures causing shiver... for sensitive persons. It is feel, in every word. The author certainly gave a lot of heart and own emotions, what the poem became real. I like it very much it. (10v.) Greetings. :) Maria Barbara Korynt
very sensitive and romantic, the punctuations made it more sensual do give feedback on my poems as well :)
Your have a fine poetic voice with a penchant for the ladies. A masterpiece of a poem - fiery and passionate. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
you have deep passion in your heart...I like your poem... :)
wow, i love this poem... so romantic... so nice.. keep it up
your poem is really more than wonderfull..... I like it... keep writing.. cauze i felt that I am the one who are talking not you It's really more than wonderfull THANK U for your comments :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
here i am your panel which you seeks for... waiting your touches... waiting your colors... needing you as paintbrush... to draw me through your fires.. and to fire each others.. Rachel Ann Butler