Blissfully Adrift

Blissfully Adrift

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Sailing away ............ lovely!

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Blissfully Adrift



How breath-taking

To traverse your waves

And eagerly grasp

An opportunity to share


To freshly taste

The saltiness of engaging lips

Boldly experiencing

Rolling climax cresting breakers


My fingers sail through

Your golden sandy hair

As I gaze intensely

Into eyes of cerulean beauty


My heart swells

With your tidal ebb and flow

Tsunami tossing

To stimulate my rippling emotions


Willingly I capitulate

To strong currents of desire

And surf spectacular spume

Satisfied to float blissfully adrift


Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

© 2018 Phill Oz O'fee


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My fingers sail through
Your golden sandy hair
As I gaze intensely
Into eyes of cerulean beauty

oooh Phill... this has that feeling hhehe... beautiful , smoking with love n passion
:) still with all that its flows smooth... almost reminded me of chocolate melting in mouth lol

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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soft and sensual , slowly resting on the breakers as the tide rises and the tsunami takes over...

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words ... :-)
Stella Armour

6 Years Ago

my pleasure ..
This is really excellent! I love the way you carry the floating metaphor thru-out. The title really drew me in becuz it's the kind of phrase we all wish we'd thought of -- nice sound, as well as meaning. You activate all the senses in your imagery & nicely paying attention to the way the words that you use SOUND & reflect the sound/sensations of the setting you write about (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much - I really appreciate your views and comments - :-)
Nice work Phill! Suggestive images flowing through this poem aptly lead us to the tsunami. Does the crest of desire get any greater? Your phrase 'spectacular spume' leaves little to the imagination! It's fun playing around with these extended metaphors.
Regards,
Alan


Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah cerulean eyes! Such beautiful choice of words throughout. You set me in a dreamlike reverie and the illustration accompanying this rather vivid poem is apt. Wonderful writing Phil! Keep up the good work! Cheers!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Excellent wordplay! It almost sounds erotic! Nice work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


My fingers sail through
Your golden sandy hair
As I gaze intensely
Into eyes of cerulean beauty

oooh Phill... this has that feeling hhehe... beautiful , smoking with love n passion
:) still with all that its flows smooth... almost reminded me of chocolate melting in mouth lol

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what a way to ride the waves...so sensual this piece.
the momentum and imagery work so well to create the feeling of love.
a giving in to it.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill,
if you were running for the poetry office i would lend my vote. I'm a paddler and love the drift.

regards,
al

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:-) This is just one of those " close your eyes and let in all sink in" poems... I love this, the wording, metaphors, raw emotions to oozing love....so nice you!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The emotional response to the right person, place, or other is shown beautifully with poise.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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