His fingers grew into the soft valley
between my legs. He whispered into the mountains:
love, love, love the sweet poppies he popped.
Bed sheets ripple with gasps,
the prairie winds open on cotton doors
now spotted by my October blooms,
those red, red, red poppies.
Author notes
forty-six words.
no fluffy stuff.
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- poppies in October by Namita.
300 points, ended June 25, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
Comments
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Oh my, what a soft sensual tone this portrays; lovely.
All the best in the contest dear.
Love and peace always,
mj.
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thank you
peace to all ~flight
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