Feel Me

I sense and feel

a presence on the page

my font vibrates

with the touch

of those eyes

 

lines and spaces

tingle

 echo hollowness

and once again

I lay naked and exposed to you

open and willing

to be taken inch by inch

slowly and languorously

 

splay innermost folds

of my mind

tease with fingers deft

and plunge 

 slick depth

to my hardened core

 

fill me with your need

and I'll give to you my own

 

my longing is for your words

 

whilst others seek

to decorate with diamonds

drench me in pearls

of your heart's pen

 

let the words

roll off your captive tongue

and free your spirit

to feel me

touch me

know me

 

my release

shall be pleasure doubled

when shared

betwixt two

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Most readers don't seem to realize how extremely intelligent you are. I've noticed because I consider high intelligence to be a threat to my existence.
Why, you ask? Couldn't a very smart individual be a valuable friend?
Unfortunately, such persons are, invariably, far too perceptive to socialize with the likes of me. Hence, my perceived possible contention.
Will now try to impress you with the quality of my intellect: This piece has everything to do with a deep and abiding love for words, and little--if anything--to do with an arousing description of the sex act.
How come I now feel more like a big liar than a big brain?

[LA Lorena]

you need not try to impress me with your intellect. it is quite apparent. You have no fear for your existence, or for our friendship. I loves ya, and your stuck with me now.

[LA Lorena]

you feel that way frank, because you know the poetess well enough to not just comment on what she writes, but to actually contemplate whether she had her tongue in cheek or sticking out when she writes a particular piece. You know if you could see her eyes, you would have a better inkling if she is serious, joking, probing or teasing.

[The 13th Eros]

Absolute passionate perfection. A consummation of two souls reading each page of their hearts until they know truly. Madly. Deeply. You warm the winter world with your radiant fire.

[LA Lorena]

Ah, truly, madly, deeply. That song resonates with me, more than you could possibly know. The mention brought a hitch to my breath, and a smile to these lips. Thank you!

[The 13th Eros]

Then please may its echoes keep you smiling all day. Your smile is like summer.

[kublakhan27]

This came up in my related-writing list and I'm glad I clicked on it...stunning, and blindingly steamy :)

[LA Lorena]

thank you. I'm glad you clicked and stopped too. :)

[kublakhan27]

You're very welcome :)

[Forest Green]

Very powerful confessions...love and dreams combined.

Nice poem...

[LA Lorena]

thank you steel. Glad to see you back on site. Where did you gallop off to?

[Forest Green]

you're welcome...been frozen in the midwest for awhile.

[Michael G.]

Ah, if only I thought I could write and create such a response. Beautifully written, ma'am.

[LA Lorena]

thank you Michael. :)

[Ken Simm.]

Now this is the kind of write to make a happy man very old. No that's not right. Something like that anyway.

[LA Lorena]

are you trying to confuse me so early in the morning ken?

[Ken Simm.]

Old man very happy? Not morning here.

[ms. barrie]

this is nothing short of being amazing, LA Lorena! i love the vivid imagery your words captured the way a writer, artist feels when they finally, hesitantly share their works/or words with others, and well, the world: naked and vulnerable yet prepared for the worst. wonderfully penned. thanks for sharing :)

[LA Lorena]

thank you Barrie J. I appreciate you reading and sharing your thoughts.

[Ed Fagan]

huh, if only ...

[LA Lorena]

LOL! what kind of review is that Ed????

[Ed Fagan]

Not a review just a tired man agreeing.

[LA Lorena]

ok, get some sleep! happy new years to you! you've been missed here!

[Kaylor Mason]

Sex and literature . . . it's remarkable how often those two coincide in life