TakingITGlobal - Panorama

Published on: Mar 27, 2008

Topic:

Type: Poetry

https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=19447

INTENSE is the sensation the air assumes as the furnace of your eyes consumes me whole.

INTENSE is the rhythm of your fingers easing through my hair, teasing my ears, pleasing my neck.

INTENSE is the safety of my chin at the heat of your breath, as your lips wetly tango with mine.

INTENSE is the spongy ride of your hands on these twins of pleasure awarded to my chest.

INTENSE is the confession of a sweaty delight confirming my obsession with you my knight.

INTENSE is you in me, me in you; a man being one with his wife.

« return.



by Affiah Odhiambo
Published on: Mar 27, 2008
Topic:
Type: Poetry
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=19447


INTENSE is the sensation the air assumes as the furnace of your eyes consumes me whole. INTENSE is the rhythm of your fingers easing through my hair, teasing my ears, pleasing my neck. INTENSE is the safety of my chin at the heat of your breath, as your lips wetly tango with mine. INTENSE is the spongy ride of your hands on these twins of pleasure awarded to my chest. INTENSE is the confession of a sweaty delight confirming my obsession with you my knight. INTENSE is you in me, me in you; a man being one with his wife. « return.