
11
March 22, 2008
radiant
nude
of silken
skin
translucent
alabaster
blaze
torrid
as a
teen’s
temptation
now
leaned low
before me
yearning
stiletto’d
feet
on carpet
firm
availed
discretely
forward
bent
stimulated
hot
with craving
your graceful
face
is tilted
back
held aloft
so
delicate
my fingers
tangled
in
your hair
your forearms
rest on
velvet
sheets
eyes
aflame
in sapphire
need
blatant
in your
fetched
seduction
back
softly bowed
like
silk desire
in
supple taper
warm
and glowing
smoldering
in
golden light
that falls
satin soft
‘cross
nape
of neck
a wonderland
for
fingertips
to touch
and feel
and tantalize
I explore
your
tingling
body
soul-addictive
luscious
form
divinely-pleasing
sculpted
vessel
brought forth
by
Aphrodite’s
hand
from which
hangs full
and ripe
your
fruit
of
tender flesh
caught
silhouette
enticing
in
the candle’s
shine
fondled
by my
hungry
eyes
that
stroke
and tweak
the
blossomed
berries
that burst
engorged
with
passion’s heat
that taunt
my tongue
to twirl
‘round
my teeth
to nip
in playful tug
draw
to
my lips
now
lewdly
moist
to
take
and taste
in eager
suckle
I wrap
willful hands
of pleasured
probing
round
slender waist
then slowly
slide
down
pleading hips
of
sensuous rise
that fall
into
erotic
folds
molded
by the hands
of Venus
dual
swells
of
burning myth
that writhe
atop
two
lathened stems
turned
by angels
with
great care
tempered
in a
sacred
fire
long
and lithe
as liquid
love
stretched
taut
raised high
on
6” heels
proud
defined
and
goddess buff
enough
to make one
want
to stuff
to thrust
and thrust
in randy
lust
’til
passion’s
seed
has turned
to dust
and my
wanton
carnal
flame
is snuffed



Sensuous and exotic…the final word leaves layers of reverberating thoughts.
whew!!! this is too hot… i mean electric.. you really out did yourself on this one… oh yeah….
torrid
as a
teen’s
temptation
although this is my favorite line,, the whole poem just pulses with sensuality.. it is a masterpiece… i am in love with the way it loves….
phew … this is really hot stuff.
I like the final stanza … you blow out that flame, but somehow still there’s the smoke that lingers … the aftertaste of a sublime pleasure … the rosy cheeks, the ruffled hair … … I also like your line breaks, how you add special force to certain words and how you divide the poem into a stream of moments that flow into one another … nice work.
Darn, Paisley beat me to it. Those were the lines that stuck in my mind, too! This is amazing! And now I’m going to take a cold shower!
I need to go outside and get some air. Hot, hot, hot!
sigh… it’s those 6 inch heels im curious abt…
Torrid, for sure!!! Nice work…