Walk through my door
Heart on your sleeve
Smile on your face
Take my hand
Lead me to my bed
Stand above me
Remove your clothes
Unveil my body next
Feast your eyes upon me
Drape your body over mine
Cover my mouth with yours
And adore me
I will adore you
Fill me with your fire
I’ll speak to you in tongues
As we press on to oblivion
Established in May 2011 by Marie Elena Good and Walter J Wojtanik, to help nurture and inspire the poetic spirit.
Thoughts and Perspectives From the Mind of a Common Girl
Author Aspiring
Overanalysing Pop Culture Since 2014
Driveling twaddle by an old flapdoodle.
A place where words come alive
addiction, borderline personality disorder, bpd, borderline, dbt, recovery, mentil illness,
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
Being my own hero one line at a time
Renee Writes Here 
I like 😀
Thanks. I think the cadence was a little off, but it was fun to write.
yes, like indeed
Thanks so much. I try not to write dirty all of the time. Giggle.
The song and video by Shakira, ‘Underneath your clothes’ speaks of beauty in terms of what we see and what we feel. Making love with passion. Waking up with an angel in your arms. There is no harbor above the hips that matters even a little bit.
How I adore your comment. Thank you. This little poem fell out of my head today. I’m glad it struck you like it did me. How lovely it is to feel passionate about another person. The feel of skin, and kisses that ignite the soul. I don’t think there’s anything better than that.
Love, Renee
This is very true about love and lust. If you have any kind of love, the lust becomes like a raging fire that is only sated by the caress and unhindered by time.
I seek the sensual side of humankindness and how you speak matters quite a bit.
I believe you’re very right. Love makes the lust all the more intense. It is only satisfied by the touch of the object of your affection.
I like the sensual and the erotic. Leave the smut to the others. I’ll take erotica and connection any day.
Love, Renee
In women I see a part of me and I believe in women they say their other side. When we figure out it was meant this way, then we are free to live and love.
Larry 😉 and by the way, you re very pretty and I love your willingness to be yourself….
Dear Larry,
I have to be myself. Everyone else is taken. 🙂 Thank you for the compliment.
Have a lovely Monday and please know that your words mean so very much to me.
Love, Renee
MEOW!
Here kitty, kitty. Giggle.
Thanks for the comment my dear.
Love, Renee