He Who Holds The Magic Within

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was a poem of true feeling that I had felt in a dream about a certain person at the time that it was written. It was a sexual encounter with this certain person. I have put this one in a poem contest before but it made to semi-finals and no further. I hope you enjoy!

Submitted: July 13, 2012

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Submitted: July 13, 2012



He holds my hand softly as he lingers around my body,
and as he touches my chest,
I can't get over the love he brings inside and out of me.
The warmth of him touching my skin,
brings me back to remembering the last we had touched.
He brings life to my heart and soul whenever
he whispers my name gently into my ear.
The sound of his voice captivates me
in words that I can't bring myself to explain.

He's like an ocean, he keeps swaying his way into my heart,
and it brings a sensation that sends me through a loop.
It's the thought of his presence that signifies
that he wants to be with me through the good times and the bad.

Through the sheets we lay, as we toss and we turn
they begin to ruffle away from us.
The heat of the night brings me to love him
and the want to hold him close to me forever.
As he grips my hips through the passionate moment,
he kisses my neck and makes a mark I will never forget,
even when it fades away.

I grip his back as we motion to the rhythm of our bodies.
His face suddenly becomes an angel's.
I bring myself to kissing his body like it's a block of gold,
and it is comparing to the way he makes my heartbeat rush.
But the will to never let go of him overcomes me.

His strong thrust to love me has brought me to life again,
like nothing else matters.
But as he whispers in my ear,
I try to handle everything coming at me all at once.
The love, heat moving between us,
the genital friction and pressure, it just takes my breathe away.
And from now on in,
my body will always need his presence with me,
to keep it alive.

Written by: Sara Reynolds

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