Welcome to dVerse Poetics. Anmol (HA) will be your host for today. And we have a lot to talk about and read today — so let’s all get a nice drink, sit back and relax, and explore desire.
Finally,
there is only you,
me, and the ocean
on fire my tongue tasting
your lips warm breath
nibbling my neck
waves rippling
the luscious ache
desire
dripping
down our thighs.
a flutter becomes
a surge, swelling
waves pounding
been a long time
coming.
anticipation is the best of sauces. sizzlin!
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Oh, thank you! Much appreciated msjadeli. I wasn’t sure how this one would come across.
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Whoa! Desire practically pulsates through this entire poem.
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Wow! Thanks! That is exactly what I was after. 🙂
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Hot, hot, hot!
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Thank you!
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Ooh, that luscious ache and the dripping desires make for an enrapturing experience — the passionate event unfurls with such anticipation and yearning that it is palpable in its coming. Lovely! Thanks for participating. 🙂
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Thank you so much for your kind comments. I’ve learned a lot about this genre from you. Much appreciated!
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The lucious ache, oh yes the ache – a splendid pain… 🙂
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Indeed a splendid pain. 🙂 Thank you, Rob.
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Oooh this is gorgeously sensual and full of bursting emotion 😀 kind of reminds me how the waves rush to meet the shore ❤️
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Thank you, sanaarizvi. So glad you enjoyed!
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plenty of pounding waves as you build the tension – “a flutter becomes
a surge” Brilliant!
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Thanks so much, Laura! 🙂
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Hoorah! Love happy erotica and desire fulfilled.
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In a perfect world, right?! Thanks, Christine. 🙂
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The way you used the waves of the ocean… yes that’s how it is, being swept away… but afterwards breathing
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Swept away is good. Really good, when it happens. Thanks Bjorn.
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