Air curls eye in flowing river,
limb to lash
her flash of flower,
seasoned lip to sip
in flavored shower,
to hour, dripping golden rod,
waking wand
in lush of grassland.
She is scented, jasmine song,
laying down
in higher vista,
velvet's view of blue,
raw mind to petal
feather's blush in fever,
breathless,
when love is circle, tasting heaven.
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie ~ Sensuality by Namita.
300 points, ended September 27, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Sigh~ This is beautiful [again], verse's master... such a breeze of sensuality... thank you so much for the entry.
Luv,
~Candy
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ah, to fall into the arms of a field of wildflowers..again..jsut for a few moments logner.
as always...you powerful pen paint exact beauty.
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Very beautiful
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love it
really enjoyed the loving sense this created, very well done. thank you for sharing this with us.
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this is absolutely beautiful....
great write...good luck in the contest!
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Love and loving and sensuality are always a circle..circle of arms, legs, bodies, souls and minds.. and how well you've painted this here all the colours, scents and images of nature.
~ Nicolette
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Wow. I LOVE THIS PIECE. Again, I must say: I feel sorry for the judge. This was really a sensational piece, my friend. Filled to the gills with imagery...with passion! Great job. All the best!!!
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