Sexy Tuesday Poetry

 

 

The winds of love blow heavy upon my wanton soul.

My breast fills from thy loving warmth,
And my heart aches for thy embrace.

Touch, a sensation which starts the bloodiest of wars,
Yet, soothes the savage beast.

Thy love has touched my soul and satisfied it’s burden.

Speak not of unrequited feelings,
For those have been dashed by Cupid’s arrow.

May the Heavens open, and the birds sing,
As my heart doth take to flight.

Receive my soul, and embrace my heart,
For, eternity’s reign, my spirit becomes thine.