Water can freeze,
but blood boils hot.
Lips keep on meeting,
when they should not!
If feelings weren’t fickle,
and passion not so cruel,
my tongue would learn to tickle
every part of your sweet soul.
This is one of my two entries to Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 48.
Your presence will arouse the feelings
It will tickle your soul
The heart will keep pumping
And let the blood boil more..
vivid capture of unstoppable moments,
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Jingle! I dug up some older poems for this week’s potluck, but they seemed to fit the prompt! *smile*
Love the excitement this one puts out. Nice one, CC!
Here is my offering for Potluck 48: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/the-lake/
Thank you for reading and commenting! Will go check out the other offerings this evening (and will start with yours, of course)!
Sizzlin’!
The ice water’s over there! *points in the appropriate direction with a smile* Thanks for reading. I’ll be over to return the favour later on today. PS. Will bring my own fire extinguisher! 😉
Hello.
Visually exciting!
Love your image…excellent choice!
Many congratulations on being featured in the Special Interview over at Jingle Poetry!
My second Potluck 48:
Make Sweet Love To Me
Enjoy Potluck!
Thank you, again! See you later!
cool poem told in such a hot way …thank you …loved the picture too
Happy to hear you liked it! Thank you!
so true, well put.
🙂
Thank you! *smile*