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every shaman needs ritual

 
 

 

 

 
sometimes,

the waiting
is intolerably
grey-
threads of wet
eluding
cloudy cheeks,

seeking
the smell of rain,
rising from thigh-
bound loam.

Yes! I want to be
that rain-maker-

to dance totemic visions
on warm earth,

to speak into her quiet
mouth
with tongue.
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

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  • marc creamore
    October 27, 2007

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    Raw and sensual . . . "I want to be that rainmaker-to dance totemic visions on warm earth" . . . massive, naked and ethereal all at the same time.


  • Dalaney gold member
    October 27, 2007

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    all the best elements for
    a damn good entry...the poem
    is just what i like...thank
    you. love, lane


  • AshliiAsphyxiation
    October 26, 2007
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    wow..
    this is really realy awesome.
    good luck with the contest.
    xx


  • astralshepherd gold member
    October 26, 2007

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    i found myself blushing here, i try to stay away from these, i am a prude, i know it, everyone says so, but i think these very thots - the ones penned here, how elegant these words are, more than my imagination can contain. Sensual and gentle.

    blessings and best wishes,

    ~r.


  • transcendental baby gold member
    October 26, 2007

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    Your muse inspires lovely things from you ... I agree, sensual tenderness goes a lot farther in a woman's soul than hardcore gusto ... at least on paper

  • Rowan gold member
    October 26, 2007

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    what an ending~
    excellent penning.
    A sensory rain dance.


  • NurseChilly gold member
    October 26, 2007

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    .... okay... okay
    tongues... tongues before the watershed, on a friday night... and me, me, me ... so bloody innocent.. how very dare you!!!




    SWOONS... get the smelling salts

  • Suzanne Dia
    October 26, 2007

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    You could give serious lessons to many on this site on how to really write adult poetry. This is beautiful. It breathes sensuality, and no, no blushings, because there is nothing but tenderness in this. If that makes sense...


    lovely, you

    oh ..and an addendum, you've been coming up with incredible titles

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