upon your back, jackets your curves
Pink exquisite buds amidst sprigs
Black like an October superstition
As I graze each porous inch, tea-rosed
Tinted, your flesh becomes
My Japanese silk screen, this fruit descends
Sliding down your zippered spine, as I
Juice my nectared lips upon your apple
Grinding, unfolding as I press
My core seeping liquid mantled ore
From thigh to thigh, glossy nails dragging tracks
The pigment of amethyst grapes – Oh the feast!
Organic, chilly thieved from vine, as I ladle each bead
With corkscrew tongue from your decanter,
Crushing grape with teeth I swallow
Each drop of flesh, melding with your own
Synesthesia to my soul as whimpers bond,
With thrusts onto a lamb-fleeced sheath, four hands
Clasp so tightly – clenched as two fists astride
Your divine embodiment, which murmurs my name.
Author notes
chordphrute
A contest entry
- History Books Forgot about Us (And the Bible Didn't Mention Us.) by They Say Shannon.
600 points, ended November 27, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Delicious metaphors. I love this it's very sexy without being too explicit, and so many marvelous, lyrical and potent phrases, I am hard pressed to say I have a favorite part, the whole thing shines. love this!
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Oh wow.
This is very very interesting.
I like the wonderful metaphors and language that you've used.
It's all so unique, yet plain at this same time. It makes so much sense and none, too.
This was very good.
I loved the images that I got and how original you portrayed the feelings.
It did give me a very passionate feel. It felt very love filled and at the same time, innocent. Sort of like a new love.
I don't even know. But it was great. Thanks so much for entering. (:
Sorry it's taken so long to get around to commenting it. >.>
Haha. I've been busy lately, but good luck in my contest! -
{gathering my cool}
Honey, I can't remember your ever having written anything quite as erotic as this. Again you have been inventive with language, but the passion is clear. Wow.
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Funny isn't it... erotic wasn't even what I was going for... sincere love is the emotion I was trying to convey... I suspect with this, they're synonymous in many ways.
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Nevertheless it is erotic in the extreme. But as I said, the passion is clear. Nothing insincere in the poem, oh no, not one jot.
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(oh f*ck)
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will you watch your language!!! geez!
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Sorry - instant reaction. Is that better? (see above)
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LOL
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