Your fingers paint themselves
into my mind, I close my eyes
and I can watch them dancing
'tween the honeysuckle and the rose.
I'm toppled by a laid-back drunkeness
while you fondle private pulses
where the sun has never shone-
Urging my splendid flower to fling
it's fiery midst wide open to the core
an invitation to explore...
Author notes
Option: 6 ~ Image Credit: ashjoe76 [one of our own...]
Comments
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This is elegant , sensual and enticing. Beautiful flow and rhythm. No more is needed to be said.


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concubines and red wine...
this one burns a little bit around the edges...

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Hot!
Tastefully erotic...
Becky


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This is GREAT! I love the ending and this picture! I read this and said outloud, WOW! One of my favs from you!
Good luck in this contest, I would give you gold!
Michelle

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Splendid HOT! metaphor! What on earth were you drinking? You have the prettiest disc I have ever seen! Take photo + words, and I think I see a winner. This is really good writing.
ia, one question? Have you not ever been sunning nude, and tanned your petals? Bravo! You have my vote!
(Host or hostess, this poem is a winner.)

Linda XO

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imahealer
Never beyond "that rosy glow"... !!!!!!!!! Woo- Hoo!!!
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