Intoxicating Scent

Posted on April 28, 2011 | 6 Comments

Under my fingertips your lips were moist.
I was certain I heard your pleasure voiced
Those goose bumps were real, I felt at your door.
That brief stolen kiss whispering one more

My feet in the door, one more kiss to gain
Hands slid down your frame I knew you’d abstain
Intoxicating scent left on my hands
I left rather quickly fearing quicksand

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6 responses to “Intoxicating Scent”

Dheepikaa | April 28, 2011 at 1:49 PM | Reply

Such a beautiful poem like a small dose of love injection. 🙂

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- booguloo | April 29, 2011 at 8:17 PM | Reply
  
  Glad you liked it. Appreciate you coming by.
  
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belladonna23 | April 28, 2011 at 1:55 PM | Reply

such a perfect description of that last kiss good bye

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- booguloo | April 29, 2011 at 8:16 PM | Reply
  
  Thanks for commenting and visiting!
  
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Bodhirose | April 28, 2011 at 3:20 PM | Reply

So easy to let that quicksand suck you in… Ooo–left me woozy…

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- booguloo | April 29, 2011 at 8:14 PM | Reply
  
  Hard to pull your feet from the doorway sometimes.
  
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