Monday, October 3, 2005

Jolting Emotions

As tho her hips
are blessed with history.
Each movement explodes
brings on stary ecstacy.

There's no less magic
in the taste of her lips.
Each kiss likened to
French Bordeaux sips.

Words have no capacity
to express the ignition of her touch.
Titillating is not sufficient
to splain vibrations and such.

Nothing compares to her
no smile, no touch nor taste.
I erupt in emotional flares
at just the sight of her face.

My whole being gets fidgety
from echoed visual clips.
Jolting emotions, erupting passions
arise with movement of her hips.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very nice!

Anonymous said...

wow-a! spence, she shore dug her hips right on into you, huh?  beautiful write, my friend.

*hugs* to you and judy

i owe you an email ... it's been awhile ... hope yer okay

sue