Let us
conjure moonlight dreams, while you pick your memories up out
of the blue velvet, wet lips on wood sticks and blow. Pretend
I am your blue moon goddess, white dress, all curves, sleek sex
siren~ dripping smooth
honey
melody.
My microphone makes love to your saxophone as you
purr and grind symphonic beats. Eyes trickle down the small of my
back, where sequins kiss brown dimples. Hips lightly sway to
sweet groans of deep~ dark~ notes. Belt me a song. Blow it
hard
and long. Every curve~ lush, vibrates this haunt
black melody. Something I can swing with~ into the dark with
panting breathless tongues wagging me out the door, as I choke
down your beat like sweet poison. Smoke wisps curl while in
the candle glow you suck down amber on the rocks. Try to drink
it in. Pretend it isn't just
another regret.
daddy
twirled his fingers slow, made his glass sing.
You paint such a beautiful picture using words & wit. You have a style & a certain 'touch' that is your & yours alone. Your work makes me strive to be more thorough, & descriptive in my own writing. I believe that you are perhaps the definition of Inspirational. Well done.
You paint such a beautiful picture using words & wit. You have a style & a certain 'touch' that is your & yours alone. Your work makes me strive to be more thorough, & descriptive in my own writing. I believe that you are perhaps the definition of Inspirational. Well done.
A dark and lonely place in the poem. I had to read again. The words create visions of wishes and places where we find regret and memory. I like how you ended the poem. A real life ending to the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
it's highly passionate and romantic, still it leads the readers to a smooth passage, never get bored as some poets describes the scenes with vulgar words and phrases,
good and standard romance,
Ok, now this is out of control good. What form...so melodic and teasing...I sit hypnotized by the cadence of your words. Smooth blues curve along smoke ring dancefloors and slowly swaying lovers live within each other. Wow again...
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Out of control good...:) hee hee, I'm loving that.
a man she feared as well as loved...and when he died, she said " i will never speak to god again"
this is so bluesy...so passionate..and then the late reference...a hint of abuse..
there are so many kinds...
"daddy twirling his fingers...
mmm "mesmerised" could be a good thing here or a bad thing...
enchanted or disenchanted.
such deep writes..i am so glad i found your page.
jacob
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Jacob,
Thank you! I look forward to reading you too. I appreciate you reading and your kind .. read moreJacob,
Thank you! I look forward to reading you too. I appreciate you reading and your kind words here!
I'm in awe, want to get inside your head. You're like the word wizard,
'out of the blue velvet,
wet lips on wood sticks
and blow.'
Lot's of sexual tension, and I won't even ask about that last line...yes, I am mesmerized. Haunting.
THANK you! It is very charged. :) Thanks for the kind words!
11 Years Ago
How did i miss you this entire month, your poetry is delicious like cherry pie!
11 Years Ago
LOL, thanks! I am not on here much anymore. A lot of my stuff on here is from years ago. Glad to h.. read moreLOL, thanks! I am not on here much anymore. A lot of my stuff on here is from years ago. Glad to have found you!
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What i like about this poem is the underlying sensuality without being perverse...it was classicaly done. Also most of the phrasing is exceptional.... the way you take normal words and string them together to be so different from the way they are perceived. Its excellent.
Not sure what this is about ,but the
figure is nice, the music great and
the sweet, warm feeling creeping up
my belly tells me she is saying sensuas
stuff. Being of the male type, the throbbing
instruments and the guy tasting the amber
makes this an unforgettable read.
The clever way the writer handles her pens and
verbs suggests to me that she is a professional
with a lot of talent .
I write. Read me.
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..