Under Whispering Willow

**EROTICA**

Under willow we wallow
her breath is shallow
Mine deep.
Pumping thrusting
gazing into her soul
The fronds wash wind lightly
over my back
I lift my chest from hers
The breeze brushes breasts
N*****s harden
The pores of areolas stiffen
This willow
Leaves as feathers
Whispers as we congress
The sway of the branches
dances
The pink blossoms
she regards.
Cottonwood seeds
float
Her lips upon his chest
his shoulders
his neck
He's outside himself
He watches her lips purse
upon him
each line closer
then further
Her freckles remind him
of his youth
Oer his shoulder
she spies the August moon

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

It makes me crazy to read poetry like this - its so damn good! I'm shaking my head here,wishing it came from my pen, instead. It has a very subtle sensuality to it, refined instead of filthy...classy instead of vulgar. The closure simply staggers my mind, Carson...it's SO damn good!

[Carson Kramer]

I'm so glad you love it, Kelly. Thank you. Your excitement is appreciated.