Hi Cathy
A very passionate, sensual poem from you this time.
Just a few thoughts:
Beneath My Hand
I remember Black Suede - scented skin; muscles - firm, rippling. ...mmmm I feel the change in facial structure as you smile ...
beneath my hand.
Encircled by your warmth, wherein our love resides; ...I wonder if you really need this line. Does love only live in his warmth? I know your thoughts and you sense mine ... ...aww, lovely
Placed upon your heart, I feel passion roiling; ....is roiling the right word? If feels somewhat negative more how you'd describe a storm rather than passion. I can't think of an alternative that doesn't have a double meaning though. as lips draw near feelings grow stronger ...
beneath my hand. ooer, my imagination is working overtime, LOL
I enjoyed this, thanks
Nina
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