Morning slips between
the hills, sealing stars
back in the caves where night
cowers from the quick lashes,
tongues of fiery light.
Light laps through the slated blinds
runs across the bed, this slip of a woman,
who chases dreams, beside me.
Vision weaves through shadows
flows across the smooth creamy seas --
her skin draws my senses
each filled by her. I take
the soft lobe of her ear.
Nibble gently,
feel her come to my shore
full of murmurs,
desire rising breath after breath.
I run my tongue, learn
the language hidden runes and swirls
stored in the cusp of her ear.
Dance --
music rising from the flesh.
Her songs stole between the fibers
making up my soul. Her fingers
dig deep into the muscles of my back.
We partner in creating magic.
Her tongue and mine learn
ancient, primal meanings,
fill each others mouth with dreams.
Pull covers over the sun
try on dreams found
dancing in our laughter.
What was begun with a slip
of the tongue has grown.
Now, we are a lexicon:
loves dances and dreams
deep with meaning.
1:33 PM
03/02/09
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
I was going to orate and preach the sinners to the full immersion, but then I thought this would be so much fun. A dream, a dance a morning after delight. So much better than hell fire and torment through the night. 
A contest entry
- Slip. . . .of the tongue by jinsays.
1006 points, ended March 5, 2009, 20 entries
Gold 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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Wow.
I think I would have liked this in black and white. It's so lovely, it needs no adornment. I love your AN too, pretty much brings me something to treasure. I wonder, does your wife keep these poems?
Cause I'm telling you, this one's definitely worth keeping...sweet as can be.
Love,
jin
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I always wanted to use this back ground and found an excuse
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Thanks for awarding me the gold. Just, cause I love a poem don't mean it is going to win. I want to seduce the imagination and give it wings. For adults erotica is one of the last places where we still are willing to dream. It is why I write these and work so hard to find the keys that open people up to flying again. My wife nods and pats me on the head. If I could make more money life would be easier, but she chose an artist who is only recently started learning how to live. Now I am growing and changing as fast as I can and maybe I will make it to the station on time.
Love,
Tom B.
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Morning slips between
the hills, sealing stars
wow you start like a dynamo such words and the darn thing just keeps building
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I wanted to create a physical landscape that reflected the body of a woman. I don't know if I succeeded or not. I am glad that it moved and touched you. Most of all I wanted to get the imagination running and dancing with possiblity.
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and dance I did indeed
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thanks for sharing the magic of your steps with me.
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twas fub indeed
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Well written
I especially liked -
"What was begun with a slip
of the tongue has grown.
Now, we are a lexicon"
so much talent in words espressed in visual terms as well as metaphor
Very Good job
W.W.
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My goal is always to dance with the imagination. It is where we can fly and create the universes where we live.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Superb
A very fine write, indeed, with excellent imagery.
Thanks for sharing this one with us. If you choose, you might like to check my Profile Page, there is a poem called: "Salutation of The Dawn", on it in both the ancient Sanskrit Language, with a line by line translation, ie: speaking in tongues -
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got to go to bed tonight, but I will check it out. Glad you enjoyed my dance with magic.
Peace & Light,
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Understand. You are quite welcome.
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this is a great poem!
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I can only say thank you.
Love, Tom B.
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lol Only you could make a slip of the tongue this delicious and still teach us the magic of it
C
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Better a slip of the tonuge than a slip on the conscience. often what is desired at night is turned away from in the morning light. But when we are forunate the days can run on forever.
Love,
Tom B.
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lovely lovely
a very nice read, im glad i was able to read this one today, it made me smile! thank you for sharing and good luck!
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Once we are caught in the night, we often decide at daybreak whether we wish to continue.
Love,
Tom B.
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This version was definetly better than the one you were going to do. This had a playful feel to it a mounting experience ending in tender knowledge and realization. So many loves, lives and experiences we create, hold and cherish through out our lives. Such wonderful thoughts.
This was a wonderful write, taking a small part of making love and making it grow and florish.
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It is but a slip of serendiptiy and a willingness to take a chance. We change everything when we risk stepping outside our routines.
Love, Tom B.
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the slip of the tongue and the laughter that follows. the teasing and pleasing, the rolling and rumbling.
ance --
music rising from the flesh.
Her songs stole between the fibers
making up my soul. Her fingers
dig deep into the muscles of my back.
We partner in creating magic."
LOVE IT!!!!
how you take my breath away with words and get the imagination running rampad lol
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I always say the mind is the most erotic organ. Imagination is what makes us feel alive.
Love,
Tom B.
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Now you have me thinking though I will not put my thoughts on here but will say you put a smile on my face.
Nice imagery to go off to work with.
Juls
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Oh, the thoughts, now I must dream them in my sleep. I wonder what they thought of the smile at work.
Love, Tom B.
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Pure Ambrosia & Sensuality
Just totally beautiful moment captured here within the folds of passion. You make one recall the magnificence of carnal pleasure with a delightful craving....to read more amd more. Now I want to read the next part of this series.....asap!
Thanks for sharing this very sensual piece of art.....Novy
My very talented poet friend...write ON!
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I was playing with the prompt from the contest. A slip ... of the tongue. Wanted to catch the feeling of the morning after and the reuniting. Often it is not what we fall asleep to as much as what we awaken to.
Love,
Tom B.
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