Sexy salacious poetry
Scandalising closed minds
As Puritans run for the hills
Shocked by illicit desires.
This is no polite request
No tender kissing
By guttering candle light
As warm breezes rustle the rushes
No whispered endearments
Gliding, like the owl
Which hunts the margins of the dunes.
Ripped clothing hastily discarded
Tongues probe, tasting, touching, testing
Seeking out soft flesh
Like the water snake
Stalking green frogs in the lily pond.
Limbs entwine under a blood red moon
As hearts and bodies clash
Beating out a primeval rhythm
Of life and lust
As seedlings thrust ever upwards
Through this rich southern soil.
Backs arch and nails draw blood
As bodies and minds combine
In waves of joyous fusion
The racing tide ebbs away
Leaving, damp pungent warmth
In the tangled darkness of the mangrove swamp.
Now, bodies, lit by moonlight, cradle close
In warm embrace and seek
Soft companionship in sleep
Whilst above this rustling marsh ten thousand stars
Their nightly vigils keep.
Author notes
This is dedicated to Lane, who will always be as she has always been...wonderful.
I'm here to learn, you are all poets so I respect your criticism.
Comments
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WOW!
This is beautiful! The imagery is amazing. A truely wonderful write.
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This is no polite request
No tender kissing
By guttering candle light
As warm breezes rustle the rushes
No whispered endearments
Gliding, like the owl
Which hunts the margins of the dunes.
Good God almighty. This poem is STUNNING.
Lane is stunning too, and this poem simply sings of powerful desire, my favorite emotion.
Absolutely wonderful.
Love,
jin
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this, Peter, was well worth the wait. my God. this poem takes my breath away. love, lane
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