Row the boat from the shore
leave the crowds, I don’t want to be
here anymore. “Take me from this place,”
she had whispered in my ear and I had
heeded her wishes and fed my desire.
Fires can burn anyplace --
as long as there is fuel and fools.
Wonders of a parasol, a boat with oars,
the overhanging oak along the bank,
how we dance with with inner fire when dreams
are answered. We provide the ingenuity required.
We let the leaves and cloth become our boudoir
as we met upon the center seat between the oars.
She licked the sweat the rowing brought. I let
my fingers become entangled in her hair and clothes
as her kisses and affections I sought.
The heat in the afternoon was soon gathered
about us as we let ourselves become bare
to each other’s needs. The rocking of the boat
sending ripples out upon the lake carrying both
seed and leaves dropped by the gentle breeze.
As we rowed back smoothing wrinkles away --
a smile on our lips, as if to say we loved this
summer day. The twinkle in our eyes would tell
any who knew of our stay beneath the tree
we had our picnic’s desert in total privacy.
Fires often smolder long after they are lit
to rise again when opportunity is met.
1:22 PM
02/16/09
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
I tried to fit the poem to the picture perhaps more than I should and left alot to the imagination. But, imagination is the sexiest place to be. 
A contest entry
- Erotic Quill Challenge - Round 2 by Corvus Corone.
1000 points, ended March 3, 2009, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
Comments
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Thank you for your entry.
The sensual imagery was gentle allowing the reader to go as far as they want to in their own imaginations, you got that balnce really well too.
Well done
DLC and DOM
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Sometimes being graphic is called for. In this I wanted to tantalize, create chances for dreams being realized -- It is a large part of what makes romance possible. Sometimes it is just fun to create a piece that leaves those too young to know, what the fuss is all the fuss is about, out in the cold wondering.
Thanks for the silver. I feel honored to receive it. This is two contests so far. Now I wait to see what the next is.
Love, Tom B.
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You have certainly lived a most romantic life!
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Romance is an attitude. Delight in the grace and form of what is beautiful and how they all sing of love is a statement of ones relationship with the universe.
Love, Tom B.
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The imagery evoked in this poem is beautiful.
"Fires often smolder long after they are lit"....
This idea is fantastic. I find it to be a phenomenal way to sum up this poem. -
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We create our moments and often let them smolder in the memory till we find a way to let them flourish in the present.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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This is a beautifully sensual poem. I agree with your AN about the mind being a sexy place. The imagery is great.
My favorite lines in the poem were:
Fires can burn anyplace --
as long as there is fuel and fools.
Great job.
Mike
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Our mind is our most erotic organ. If we are not turned on mentaly the physical can become torture. I wanted this piece to provide all the surrounding cues so the mind could take flight. Glad you enjoyed.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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this is beautiful the imagery was great, best of luck
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Thanks for delighting in the imagery I cast upon the page.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Fire can be seen anywhere as long as fuel and fools are there. yes, i agree. I liked this message a lot. overall this poem is very good. now i am thinking about my summer vacation and picnic plans.
MLP
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Glad to here that this touched you enough to pull memories and dreams of summer and picnics to the fore. Thanks for stopping by.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Very nice little scene you painted here. Thanks
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Thank you. glad you enjoyed this playful moment of romance.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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*wink*
Are you and wifey at it again Tom LOL...ya'll seem to be so darn romantic over each other and I think it's the sexiest thing in the world to married a while and still feeling the fiyah! Go ahead! Sexy indeed.
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We are young at heart and in my youth ... well, that is another story for another time Be sure romance is a wonderful thing.
Love, Tom B.
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this is a very gently sensual and loving write, i know that feeling when one cannot help but keep the glow and the smile after a lttle afternoon delight, i never cease to be amazed at the beauty of your work for you take us through so many emotions with the ease of a true poet
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In the end what matters is not the event as much as the feelings you are left with. I hope I met the challenge of this contest with some taste and grace. This toss of afternoon delight was my chance to catch a little love and dance with light.
Love,
Tom B.
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This definately made me smile, your words evoked images and feelings without the need to see the picture prompt... nicely done as usual.
Juls
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Thought you would enjoy this poem of youthful exuberance and folly
Love, Tom
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Maybe you should just devote yourself to writing a romance novel... While the ladies roll around in your sweet visionary words... you'll soon be rolling in $$$ Now I will click to see the pic. had to firm this all up in my mind first!!!
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I have a novel in my head that I swear I will write enough at least to see if an agent thinks it worth showing publishers. I think you will see why the picture prompted this.
Love, Tom B.
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I'll be back... bookmarked
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lol Your imagination is sexy no matter what the setting, it takes the reader through the delights with metaphor and the magic all of us want to share C
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I guess, and I am only guessing, my sense of grace and the Victorian overtones to the picture made me want to make this one that could be read by anyone of any age and let them take it where they will. Yes, love and sex should possess a sense of magic to make us feel that we are all being transported to lands yet to be discovered and we are blessed to travel there.
Love,
Tom b.
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She licked the sweat the rowing brought. I let
my fingers become entangled in her hair and clothes
as her kisses and affections I sought.
Okay Tom?
Now you make me want to go and write a poem that actually fits the prompt. I simply couldnt fit my imagination around the prompt, as I tend to write more from memory than anything posted.
Oh gee. . . .where do I start?
This is beautiful, sensual to the point of distraction, and inspiring, to say the least.
My heart skips a beat.
As I've said so many times before, why cant I have love like this?
LOL
Oh, yeah. . . .I think I did, but it sure wasn't at any picnic
Love,
jin
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I enjoyed this very much In fact, yesterday my boyfriend and I took a little row boat out onto our lake... what a coincidence, hehe
-cassidy
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Now you see, people will think it is me who sets the young upon the wrong path, when all I do is laugh. Of course, I realize that love and youth is full of lies, but often when the love springs pure and touch becomes hot as the fires of yore than often what happens is more ... Well, as much as you may have danced with dreams anything I say would be seen as unseemly.
Love,
Tom B.
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