Spoken Poetry


No words written in time. No words describing in rhyme. Could ever tell my love for her. Of true love and how we occur. Her beauty is beyond compare. As I lay watching with loving care. The smell of her hair. Loves beautiful affair. Wrapping her up and holding her tight. Her taste on my tongue in full moon light. The sun kissing the sweetness of her soft skin. The stars keeping our secrets of where we begin. Her eyes shining brighter than the moon. Making love to her until it’s noon. Feeling her lashing out against my breast. Making love to her as only I know best. The sweat that runs down the creases of her body like dew. Tastes like the summer breeze refreshing and new. Feeling her deep within. The night is where it did begin. The touch of her embrace. Keeps me hidden like a safe place. The warmth of her body against mine. Making love to her in sweet Devine. The morning sun upon her face. Reminds me of heaven in all it’s grace. The feel of her breath upon my set. Making it rain but only two getting wet. To kiss the lips that taste sweet like honey upon mine. Is like kissing heaven in the great Devine. And when she finally comes to be. I hear her whisper make love to me.
Written By
Kelli R. Hall
Make Love

Please comment. This is just a taste of what is to come. I write mostly spoken word (just like this one). So please give me some feedback on what you think. And I do take requests. Thank you.


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