Bring Me To Your Bed Now

A bit racy. I had thought of a rhyming scheme on this one, but then thought better of it! :)

Bring me to your bed now

O Lady Luck.

I've been far too long

in the wild,

feeding on your scraps,

drawing the juice of a dried berry

like some crazed addict.

Bring me in from the cold now,

Lady Luck.

The stars stare down in scorn,

the swollen moon forlorn.

The murmur of passers-by

and lovers' whispers

chill my face and fingers

like an icy breeze.

How I long now to lay

deep in your arms

warm in your amber glow,

lulled by your gentle voice,

safe in your kind words.

To be inseparable lovers -

soul mapped on soul,

fingers through your hair

tender kisses,

strong, gentle and true.

Our limbs entwined -

feeling your soft, naked body

pressing

against my wet, bristling flesh.

Then rolling -

drinking deep

in each other's pleasure -

No holds barred -

heavy rushes -

palm against palm

sharing our breath,

our saliva,

our essence..

Bringing our bodies

to our soul's destination.

O bring me to your bed,

Lady Luck,

and press me to your womb.

The here and where

I do not care,

for silent is my tomb.

Reviews

[not here]

The muse is so seductive - even in her absence.
I thought this was 'a-musing', C.

(you've given me a prompt for a new piece, and I say thank you)

I kind of took the meaning of this poem from your first stanza: "drawing the juice of a dried berry", and sensed that your desire for creativity and writing is still alive and fertile inspite of..."silent is my tomb"....
If I read between the lines (always a precarious route) it's almost like you're experiencing a writers impass. Like, you crave to write, but can't catch the wind - so to speak.
Is that what you were trying to convey?? Anyway, that's what I read it as, and as such I think you shared your feelings most heartfully and brave.
Thanks for sharing.

[C.R.Turner]

Nah it's about sex! LOL!!!

[de_maruf]

hmm
the composition is fine

[C.R.Turner]

Thanks... de? ;)

[emmajoy]

So many directions to and in this post, you're certainly a happily demanding traveller. A quite beautiful flow of words. Lady Luck and moon, now there's a partnership

[C.R.Turner]

I had to re-read the poem. It's a while since I read it myself. Yeah I'm pretty damn happy with this one!! :)

[emmajoy]

Ok ok, i know i'm always late at the gate! But then, good that you re.read and can now soak in your creativity - or something.

[C.R.Turner]

Thanks Emma!!

[emmajoy]

:)

[LA Lorena]

Oh, yes, like the subtle changes here. smoke aplenty pouring out of the monitor now!

[C.R.Turner]

Time to use that asbestos fire blanket, eh? LOL :D

[Lover Of Words]

Your one great writer

[C.R.Turner]

A bit of a work in progress this. Needs a few 'invisible edits'.. ;)

[LA Lorena]

There's one gone. now down to two. :D LOL, sorry, couldn't resist the inside joke there.

I find it very interesting that you decided against the rhyme scheme for this work, C.R.,yet can't help but notice that you seem to have incorporated it in your last stanza. Much like new lovers finding their own rythym perhaps?

A racy write indeed, but a fine one.

[C.R.Turner]

"One gone..down to two"? woooooosh.. sorry??

Interesting point re last stanza. Thanks for the rev! :)

[LA Lorena]

over your head was it? check your inbox! LOL!

[C.R.Turner]

Hahaha!!! Sorry brain is fried today. Do you smell burning?

[LA Lorena]

damned asbestos. ;)