Zenith

A leg of satin slips

Nonchalantly o’er a hip

Slight of intimation

Toward a one way trip

As tiny droplets form

Upon her ivory skin

Imprudently she pouts

When she looks at him

A bitten lip

A fingertip

Placed slowly in between

Sites one would imagine

Within their wildest dreams

Navigating slowly

Over soft terrain

Arousing sweet aromas

Making him insane

Her steady stare

Holds him there

As eagerness entreats

Every inch between his hips

To join her in the sheets

A sudden rush

As bodies touch

Dizzied by attraction

Minds imploring

Hands exploring

Finding satisfaction

Gripping tightly

As they quench

Desire’s intrinsic need

He ascended to nirvana

By following her lead

 

©Kay Salady Poetry

Zenith

 

 

 

 

 

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on January 26, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Wonderful compostition.

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