Come here! Let's wrap-up in one another ...
share enough time
to watch tree bark grow.
Grab a piece of sky,
compare it to my eyes;
I'll caress your face,
imagining the velvet touch
of a sigh's softness,
or ...
what your quiv'ring thighs feel like
embracing rippled ache of rigid ardour.
Grass traces the wind,
your eyes my soul,
and every vein
in every leaf
the designs
our blood
follows
to every place,
calling to be filled ~
fulfilled.
Deep, soft, sensual;
the pools
of your eyes.
Into them I dive,
becoming
lost inside You ...
Come here!
Oh, take me there,
show me
what eyes can never see,
only that which
lovers know ...
feel ...
taste ~
with, without the tongue.
No book yet ever written
tells us how to love,
(not that they do not try);
tells us how it feels to make-love,
moving friction …
sensations
of it all;
yet, they try
that, too.
Interesting...you took sky/eyes..ALMOST ryhme in your little free verse and repeated the word TRY. Hmmm. Drive, try, I and inside...repetition of the long (i) sound..got it. plenty of nice little breaks, has the reader pondering thoughts..emphasis on come here! To the question in a sense..If you are....is she? hmm presentation is lovely..smooth flowing, winding down..to hopeful anticipation.
Posted 7 Years Ago
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7 Years Ago
Nice observation of my intertwining technique, Susan, one that keeps the rhymes quiet, yet, allows a.. read moreNice observation of my intertwining technique, Susan, one that keeps the rhymes quiet, yet, allows a semblance of them to slightly tease the senses, eh?
Nothing's amiss with your more feminine intuitions, either. ; )
"Grass traces the wind,
your eyes my soul,
and every vein
in every leaf
the designs
our blood
follows
to every place
calling to be filled ~
fulfilled."
...a true bard after my own heart! Your words could stir the calmest sea into a tsunami of pleasure...just beautiful!
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
You're a bit stirring yourself, Kelly*
No one says such things to me … not that I pay atten.. read moreYou're a bit stirring yourself, Kelly*
No one says such things to me … not that I pay attention to, anyway.