heavy slumber
beneath sun dappled eyelids
shadow bruised result
beating night gave me
each endlesss night
you are away from me
countless moments away
your raging heat.
suffocation configuration
when air i breathe is gone
when you are gone from me
morning's radient brilliance breaks
across scarred windowsill
turning ebon cat violet
orange cat sol
gilding my deep doze
peaceful moments left me
brief seconds prior
you sweeping into my dreams
tickling deep fancies
senses awake
your murmur
"It is I, Cherie
returned long last
did you miss your man?"
lurching me present
accounted for
into this moment gasping
"YES!"
i force oxygen into my lungs
my eyes devouring your every nuance
my senses reeling
delighted abandon
nose twitching
your slightly musky fragrant scent
rushing eager wetness to my nexus
where you've often caressed
nibbling me so very masterfully
breathing out
"Shangrila"
when you speak in tongues
using spoken words rarely
worshipping my altar
"Yes"
i whisper
my hands arms reaching for you
clasping you
you lowering length breadth of yourself
tenderly upon my willingness
your willingness
ours
you taste of rich cherry coffee
dark aromatic blend you prefer
to non-roasted white beans i prefer
daily dosage of 'jolt'
although it is you who are true stimulan
intoxicant
magnificent
you
my heart hammering
forceful
i fear it will burst my breastbone
winging about our room
delusional giddy butterfly
twilit moth drawn into your flame
spiralling ashes settling gently on you
dusting you
twinkling bits you make of me
in my undoing
although considered impolite
my amber orbs remain open
gazing into mirrored soul
reflection contained by marsh grass irises
while you're kissing me further
your cherry kisses blossoming me
fingers tracing my petals delicately
deft iron control
i always long to disassemble
your calm resolve
you are elemental force upon within me
i am verdant valley
weeping willow
i am morning dew
you
succor slaking emptiness absence
here now
all I will ever need.
you...
7 April 2008
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A contest entry
- Your BEST sensual/love poems by perfectsunset.
800 points, ended March 19, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Just the title reminded of the cherry blosom trees in Washington DC. When I got to the poem, I found myself in awe of your talent. Good luck
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Wow... I am in complete awe.
This was absolutely a brilliant write
with such vivid imagery just pouring from
the page with such a beautiful sensuality
and lovely metaphors.
So much emotion has been put into
this and it shows, your words truly
speak volumes here..
Loved this.
Best of luck & thanks for sharing -
I absolutely love this poem. It describes the feeling with a sort of sophisticated sensuality- reserved and yet overwhelmingly erotic. It explains it all without the drag of a cliche. One of those poems that makes me think, "Now why couldn't I have thought about it that way?"
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Magic!
This took me away aloft in flight. My heart is still beating fast, racing. I love how poetry can do this and it was your wand enchanting. Thank you, I cant wait to read more.
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Thank You!
That is just lovely, your comment is most appeciated!
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What an amazing piece, filled with imagery that flows easily and unfolds before you catch your breath
Thank you kindly for entering my contest and good luck
Shari
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Thanks!
For the opportunity to enjoy your contest, and for your wonderful comment. Have a beautiful day!
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This is an example of how erotic poetry should be expressed. It is devoid of cliche but wonderfully expressive of experience which may be appreciated by all who have loved and been loved, who have longed for the return of an absent lover. While I can grasp the female side of the equation only as it is shared by those so framed, my heart responds to your expression with delighted appreciation!
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Thank you most kindly for your comment. I am unsure if I had thanked you or not before. It is greatly appreciated!
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ahh, like a bath in liquid flesh, warmth flowing as the hard handle is pulled to fill what has been drained, and empty, and then one immerses herself into the sheer bliss of wet,
there is nothing better then union, except re-union.
tongue lashings that are not scolds but scalds on tender flesh, peeking out from the adult hood beneath which they quiver. Excellent portrayal of some of my fondest memories of getting together again. ~~Artis
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Wonderful comment, Artis, it has me blushing more than my poem did to write, lol, o lordy!
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