Southern Peaches

[tectak]

This is my first post. Very little knowledge about the mechanics,structure of poems. Any comments/suggestions would be helpful.
Hi,
This is movingin the right direction. Technical nits in the body text.
Best,
tectak

First Revision

Her silence, No comma
captures his attention.
He imagines the comforting sweetness of her voice Rhythm. "He imagines the comfort of her sweet voice"
But his comfort quickly turns into intoxication. Same. " but comfort turns quickly to intoxication." Note that you do not need, and should not strive, to capitalise each line start. It is retro and confusing.

His eyes now upon her beauty. "His eyes are greedy for her beauty". Why? Because it makes metaphorical sense. Your line does not."greedy" means you cannot get enough. Your poem
The fullness of her lips,
her skin, a sweet, caramel color. You may have abandoned meter but that should not mean the end of rhythm....you use sweet twice. In the first instance you may get away with it...a sweet voice...but avoid repeated words and especially when describing, as you do, her skin as a sweet colour. Oh. You meant sweet-caramel colour? You did not write that. Caramel IS sweet. It is sugar. It is like saying a lemon flavoured lemon. It is not easy, this poetry lark, but it IS great fun
He traces her neckline with his eyes, A cliche but you can have one...just one, mark you.
his heart beats heavily with his every thought. "...heart beats heavily...hmmmm
His body paralyzed with admiration,
as he looks at her breasts.
He bites his lips, and slowly exhales.Lip. Try biting them both in the mirror! You are making hard work for yourself with this present-tense real-time commentary. You are at once the character and the observer....otherwise how do you, the observer, know what he, the character, is thinking? It is not working for me
Mind and body now exhausted with fascination. Very unlikely, as has been pointed out. You could rephrase this. You SHOULD rephrase this.
Though he tries, he can’t look away.
He tries to keep his mind from going ahead of him, Two trying
but he fails. No. I think that this is slipping away from you. You are assuming more than it is wise to to do. It is becoming blatantly obvious that YOU, the observer, are doing the thinking for HIM, the character....and you think too slowly under the circumstances that your character finds himself in. It is valliant effort but will create pools of stagnant prose as you struggle to find clear water. Look at the next stanza. Pleasure, sweet, caramel,skin,thought, body(ies)...you have used all these words before. There are a hell of a lot of words out there.

His thoughts now on the music that their bodies will create.
The rhythm, slow and in sync. synch is misplaced in this. "The rhythm slow and synchronised"
Bodies in melodic harmony, A strange metaphor that sounds longer than it weighs. Sorry, but you are comparing apples with toothpaste. Bodies-melodic? Friction I guess.
together orchestrating a symphony of pleasure.
Her caramel skin, sensuous and pleasing.
Its taste, sweet as southern peaches.
The delicacy of her neck nourishes his hunger, Works well with earlier "greedy" suggestion...but a neck eater?
but only for a moment……. Yeah....that's the trouble with most delicacies....you eat 'em and you're still hungry

Yes to this but give it more freedom of movement. You are limiting yourself to the "as is" without developing the "as might be". Let your imagination carry you. As it is, you are using "device" words. Pleasure, sweet, hunger, taste, sensuous, harmony,comfort...what the hell am I supposed to use, you ask?OK. Fair question. What you should be trying to do is "show" what these words represent. So "sweet" becomes e.g. " like nectar sipped from summer blooms"; "pleasure", in context, becomes "a symphony of dreaming peace".
These are poor examples of a quick-fix but that is the nature of the poetic spirit. Try to make images from thoughts...you CAN do it.
Very good edit and a worthy start.
Best,
tectak[/b]

ORIGINAL

There‘s a silence to her words,
yet they capture his attention.
He imagines the sweetness of her voice,
sure to bring him comfort.
But his comfort quickly turns into intoxication.

His eyes now upon her beauty.
The fullness of her lips,
her skin, a sweet, caramel color.
He traces her neckline with his eyes,
his heart beats heavily with his every thought.
His body paralyzed with admiration,
as he looks at her breasts.
He bites his lips, and slowly exhales.
Mind and body now exhausted with fascination.
Though he tries, he can’t look away.
He tries to keep his mind from going ahead of him,
but he fails.

His thoughts now on the music that their bodies will create.
The rhythm, slow and in sync.
Bodies in melodic harmony,
together orchestrating a symphony of pleasure.
Her caramel skin, sensuous and pleasing.
Its taste, sweet as southern peaches.
The delicacy of her neck nourishes his hunger,
but only for a moment…….