She leans, tingling ear in season,
tired from weary insect
wishing rounded lamp to fly,
night deciding
fever's flutter,
and whispers with the breath of angels,
something devil smiled in melting.
Finger strolls
raising fire,
rolling heaven,
skin's vibration
sizzles silk
in spire of middle notions
sighing sea's
embroidered motions.
A contest entry
- Quickie ~ 10 x 50 x 30 ~ Reserve Your Spot Now! ~ by Celticmoon.
450 points, ended July 18, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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"sighing sea's
embroidered motions."
Such beautiful imagery, Rich. Congrats on your silver, my Friend. 
Wanda
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my, this is quite intensely emotionalyy invoking...love this. gratz on silver!
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oh, my goodness, Mr. Mountain...this is amazing...
"and whispers with the breath of angels,
something devil smiled in melting."...
love those lines..lol
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What a read this one is my friend! Just amazing!! I love the picture you paint here! Best of luck to you in this contest!
Love ya
Nyetta
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So beautiful and intense this is...You always amaze me, dear friend....You are so tallented and this poem is just proof of that
Lynda
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My breath is not the only thing that appears to escape me when I indulge within your words. It seems my vocabulary for description eludes me as well, thus leaving my penned thoughts to sound redundent. Others should take notes on how to penning a breathtaking piece of sensuality from you. Thank you for entering and good luck!
Blessings
Bel
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Your prompt is: Embroidered Silk
Or
The picture on the main page
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