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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

 

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7 comments

  1. Sensuous and exotic…the final word leaves layers of reverberating thoughts.


  2. 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….


  3. 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.


  4. 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!


  5. I need to go outside and get some air. Hot, hot, hot!


  6. sigh… it’s those 6 inch heels im curious abt…


  7. Torrid, for sure!!! Nice work…



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