Tendrills

Tend to the call of
My tender tendrils
As they wait for
A suitor to arrive,
lull me and ease
my length
Into the night.
The evergreen feels
The ways in which
I use my limbs, for
However reluctant; as
I ward off fears of
Entrapment by
Easing the strain.
Unashamed of
Tangling up your senses;
I suffocate your body
With tender clasps
My appendage-
a hunting tool that makes
off into the bush and
Together we stalk our prey.
Corkscrewing- opening
hungry passages
at the juncture of seduction.
We thrive inside
mossy cavities- at the basin of sweet taste;
where it's easy for you
To relax about what I am knowing I've never had the appetite to strangle anything for sport.

Reviews

[Patricia]

Very sexy writing here but that ending was awesome! Wow!

[Betty Hermelee]

a very sensual poem of deep touch and entrapment, of hidden feelings, "opening hungry passages" "tangling up senses" it seems digging for satisfaction. Very complex, using good imagery and a lot sexy, I thought.
Best, Betty