Peacock Fantasies

[BleedingAkasha]

fingers tumbling
hearts rumbling
dying
aching
trembling for the taste of you on my tongue
emotions racing
dreams of tasting
you on my lips
praying for your soft carress
across my hips
your shaky touch
my body helpless under your sweaty clutch
fingers tumbling
bumbling
unsure
dying for your kiss
trembling in the abyss
of your shaky fingers
savoring the warmth that lingers
fingers carresing
hands simply guessing
grabbing me whenever you can
achy touching
passionate rubbing
yet no kiss i can call my own.
Now
heart crying
loins sighing
ego dying...
because i ran.
dreaming of an endless kiss
erotic bliss
at the mercy of your hands
no more fingers tumbling
or hearts bumbling
merely burning caresses
as the night progresses
into passionate touching
holding on, clutching
every inch of you....

[johnny trance]

brilliant as usual.

you describe intamacy and pain very well w/out many cliches that stick to this genre.

[BleedingAkasha]

Thanks..although this was more of a rant than anything. in case anyone wondered...the last name of the beautiful boy i wrote this poem about was Peacock....hence the peacock fantasies *little sigh*

[Genesis]

I thought it was a rant, yet I still agree with trance in how good it was. I enjoyed reading it. I think I'll look into more of you're stuff.