Once Upon a PleasureA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeJust a bit of creative imagination ...Once Upon a Pleasure The morning mist sprinkled dew droplets To hang prism sparkling sunbeam rainbows Like diamonds on the rosebay willowherb The stillness of budding meadow flowers Suddenly stirred by soft padding motions Getting closer from the grazing grassland With curious eyes towards embankment My attention was drawn to the river’s edge As a faint fragrance of maiden filled the air Barefooted on her pathway to cacoethes She tiptoed softly upon flung tulip petals Seductively sprinkled from wooden creel Her demure expressive nervous giggling Revealed an invisible request for passion And anticipation to an ardour reciprocation I could feel a trembling between our souls As fingers entwined an outstretched hand And she alighted onto my flamboyant punt Comfortably reclined she mysteriously lay With luscious lips of pouting fiery crimson Cosy in my flat-bottomed craft of eagerness Fumbling push propelling pole on river bed We quickly slip down a crystal clear stream Floating secretly into a calm luscious lagoon Intoxicating ambience of mutual exchanges Permeates ripples from our buoyant couch As ardent urges upsurge in shared pleasure Returning to morning’s sunrise rendezvous Desires have congenially been acknowledged As serenely she disembarks a square-cut bow Watching her ascending to grass rise horizon I’m filled with hope expectation for another day When my lady of a morning mist again appears Copyright @ Phillozofee 2019 © 2019 Phill Oz O'feeFeatured Review
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8 Reviews Added on March 10, 2019 Last Updated on March 11, 2019 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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