Little Birds

Stop by my you tube channel, where I read my poetry from my recent book. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QM7lwC25XYo

Beneath these
satin sheets,
my memory
flutters like
little birds on
indigo nights.

Folded wings
rest in my
mind's eye.
Fingers itch with
visions,
Delta of Venus,
orchids in bloom,
wet with the
sticky dew.

I grip my
virility
and begin
a slow
waltz...
It feels so
good.

Author's Note

Check out my new book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com. Here's a link to my YouTube channel. (you may need to copy and paste it.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QM7lwC25XYo

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

Definitely a bit of a scorcher. Nicely done imagery. ~Jim

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, Jim.

[Dave Brown]

an age old pastime that fades with old age

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks for the read, Dave.

[FPW]

A touch naughty here, Thomas, but a naughtiness craftily written. Too much virility gripping apparently leads to blindness, they say.

[Thomas W Case]

lol. Thanks for the read and comment.

[Ken Simm.]

Sexy and sensuous. So much so that the piece of music I am listening to fits perfectly. (Love Remembered from Dracula)

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, Ken, much appreciated.