My touch is electric to her sensitive body.
I run my finger along her collar bone,
she breathes heavy on my hand.
I caress her neck,
her breath catches.
I kiss her,
jolts of pleasure coursing through.
I pulse at every lip bite.
We spark at the touch.
The body's reactions are marvellous from touch.
Perhaps a metaphor would assist where a single word is not enough.
As in the night littered with sparks is an eternity describing that single point. Does that touch remark much like the first scent of a rose or a hornets sting before the pain? Such exquisite concentrates abound
eh, just a thought. Keep up the excellent work.
Perhaps. But I was trying to go for depth in the simplicity of a single word.
As in the touch for example, can be surging and powerful,
but be ignored for worth as it is something so commonplace.
As that touch can show the past: when you first saw each
other, but couldn't embrace, creating a longing. The future:
where your embrace will only grow fonder. It can convey
emotions of soft love and painful rage and sorrow.
But I like trying out different things, I'll try it out. Thanks
Electric...that's a nice word for it. No word I've heard can truly describe the intense pleasure of love, but electric gets close...maybe.
Excellent poem, mon ami. C'est magnifique.
Words fumble in the dark when it comes to feelings. How does one describe the indescribable. It cannot be taught, or explained, it must be experienced, for it just 'is'. Thank you for the kind words
oo gave me shivers
This is lovely and powerful. <3