I dream of making love to you.

Within my heart, burns a raging fire.
I always yearn for your love, my undying desire.
I long to feel the warmth of your embrace,
Come and lay me down on the bed of lace.

Our bodies entwine, we kiss, and make love,
Passionate, hot, the earth always moves.
Nothing else seems to matter, we are making our dream.
We slither into each other, I sigh, I scream.

Always give me your love and your tender touch,
I could never live without it, I need it so much.
Just stay a little longer, please don.t go,
Stroke my body one more time….My God..I love you so.

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  • ceegirl on Dec 5, 2009

    Very good poet.

  • K.Reshma on Dec 5, 2009

    Great poem

  • deep blue on Dec 5, 2009

    Cheers for that burning spirit within. Nice lines.

  • TroostAvenue on Dec 5, 2009

    Well, Judi, that is about as sensuous as it gets, within the bounds of good taste. Now I will always think of you as that slithering screamer. Damn, girl, that’s really hot.

  • TroostAvenue on Dec 5, 2009

    Just wondered what your sons and daughters think of their mother now. Already know how your husband must feel.

  • LitWurst on Dec 5, 2009

    I feel like love-making poems are the hardest ones to pace, and you’ve done a great job with that here. Well done.

  • Liz Sapphire on Dec 5, 2009

    Nice rhythm and flow. Thanks for sharing =)

  • Rinkal Desai on Dec 5, 2009

    i like it ….

  • Darla Cooke on Dec 5, 2009

    Very sensual and romantic!

  • sandie on Dec 5, 2009

    another good poem from you my friend,sandie x.

  • Christine Ramsay on Dec 5, 2009

    Wow! That is such a passionate and tantalizing piece.

    Christine

  • Themax on Dec 5, 2009

    very moving and well done friend,I love my god too :)

  • diamondpoet on Dec 5, 2009

    Very passionate work, I liked it. thanks for sharing.

  • Petalm on Dec 5, 2009

    Very erotic

  • LOVELYHONEY on Dec 5, 2009

    Your desire burns my fire
    I can feel your emotions entire
    Whom you yearn for
    I really can’t say
    But when we meet
    Notes we shall display.

    The fire hopefully will
    Consume me not
    And my burning desire
    Wouldn’t by then
    Have become, nought

  • SlyTresmarie on Dec 5, 2009

    passionate!

  • Snooky on Dec 6, 2009

    Bed of lace mmm, whew!

  • johnnydod on Dec 6, 2009

    phew wowweee nice poem

  • cutedrishti8 on Dec 9, 2009

    Wonderful piece of write..

  • T. S. Lewis on Dec 9, 2009

    The last line provided a nice cherry on top.

  • PhoenixRox on Dec 16, 2009

    Very passionate. Great imagery.

  • Colleen Ranney on Dec 20, 2009

    Hot Hot . Another great writing. I enjoy your poetry.

  • Stan Wilson on Dec 30, 2009

    Love is a beautiful thing,
    it breathes life,
    more than a golden ring,
    for an enduring wife…

    you have written a very beautiful poem here….your a hard act to follow….

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