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102 in Sacramento by ~elationandco:iconelationandco:



Its 102 in Sacramento and I can feel you
I can feel the glisten of the sweat
Off the bone that connects
Your ear to your neck
My hands glide along your shoulders
Then swoop down where wings would be
If I wrote this fairy tale
But alas it’s 102 in Sacramento
And you are not here

As my fingers braid down your spine
To the cup of your back
Where our love pools
The sweat of our love
Helps me lie on you and smell your hair
Helps my hands glide down
To grasp under you on your waist
Above sex below caressing
To hold you so that we can both
Slowly
Nod off to sleep
With kisses on your salty neck
If you were here in Sacramento
But alas you are not
I am alone in Sacramento
For I have not even met you yet
©2003-2009 ~elationandco
:iconelationandco:

Author's Comments

I wrote this late at night it must have been 90 degrees at least at 12 that night and 102 that day so i was sweating like a pig and thinking of makeing love and the sweat then. Soooo i wrote this.

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:icondosh:
the passion of love known,
but not known for who.
The heats dilusion or a wish
for the heat of
assion that is desired.
either way there is something
missing from the life of
a poor tortured soul,
stuck at 102 in sacramento
:iconpwyll:
Beautiful man, just beautiful.

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It’s not who you are that holds you back, it’s who you think you’re not.
:iconwernstrum:
this poem connects very wel with me, and probably most readers, wishing for that someone, creating scenarios, and falling in love, with a dream. nicely done :) (Smile)

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Waste not want not
-- The Mask
:iconevad:
Lovely, soft, sweet, perhaps frosted erotic. Yet in a glistening heat. I love the entire thing, I wish it loved me. The pieces of it that fill my memory stately are such morsels, and those to which I can not relate are activated taste buds.

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:music:You think I only think about you when we're both in the same room.:music:

Current Icon made with :love: by ~ justb.
:iconalicatylon:
hmmm cool.. I lvoe the fatc tis all just a dream, as well as the last line... and its enjoyable becuase is just dirty enough to give the reader images, yet not horrendously explicit ^.^

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doomslug of chaos! awaaayyyy!

~alicatylon
:iconpoeticaftermath:
Great work here... I'm not normally that crazy about poems that are mostly about sex... but this one was beautifully done. I really liked the lines:

As my fingers braid down your spine
To the cup of your back
Where our love pools
The sweat of our love
Helps me lie on you and smell your hair
Helps my hands glide down
To grasp under you on your waist
Above sex below caressing

Great metaphors and good job conveying the emotion and passion one feels who is doing these actions... tastefully done, good work. :) (Smile)

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"Made in God's image, man was made to be great, he was made to be beautiful, and he was made to be creative in life and art." -Francis Schaeffer

Proud Member and Staff of ~ poetrycafe
:iconvermillionaura:
:blackrose:Once again I had to put another one of your poems on my fave list. Back in the days when I lived in Sacramento on an alphabet street called Q I used to DREAD the heat. Especially since I had no one to cool off with! :hug: I share those memories with you my friend! Hey...remember going to Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory and eating a frozen cheesecake on a stick?:kiss::blackrose:
:iconelationandco:
Unluckaly when I lived in sacramento for those terrably hot 3 weeks I was broke and between apartments so i could not spend the little money i had but.. I am back in S.F. now and have a paycheck comeing Woohoo

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June 4, 2003

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