The Chaos Of Her Blood Poem by Peter Black

The Chaos Of Her Blood



The chaos of her blood could set you free.
And when she touched you, your soul awakes.
Hand to hand, energy is created,
Imprinting on the dimensional plane;
The primal forces work around your waves,
While you press lips, sending tremors and lust,
Through out the world and into outer space.
In distant galaxies, races can feel
The power of love, which was the first force,
That made emergence from nothing; the source,
The primary particle, the pure heat;
Inside atoms, it shines your lover's eyes,
Existing outside of the laws and time,
Making your thighs shake when her chest exhales.
Swelling, you falter when she moans and throws,
Her body around you; when her warmth spreads,
Intense and celestial past limit.
You both, spinning say you will not let go.

Monday, December 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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