The willow swayed, she hid in the shade,
her private place. The spot where hurt
fell into the river, out of her heart, left
her empty but without the pain.
Her friend Kate pushed away the green
curtain and kneeled beside her. Understanding
some invasions bring comfort when
the other’s shoulder can handle the tears.
She found the last of them and hugged her friend.
Found the embrace a place of peace and grace.
Her friend’s soft kisses on forehead and cheek
gifts to be shared and she brushed her lips.
Electricity is its own synenergy. And fingers naturally
caressed the hair, outlined the shoulders and form
to meet the other hand and clasp it between the breasts.
Lips met again, gentle, lingering, warm and kind.
This was now their world. The river washing
their innocence, the quiet shadows, a blanket
where they could share their need quietly,
be the warmth to fill the cold hole left by a "no."
Blouses flutter to the ground as kisses grew to delight,
the laughter between friends carrying away their fears.
Caresses naturally building fires that called to their hearts.
Between them they discovered their wonder and joy. And so
curled together, a kendle of kittens full of purrs and peace.
feeling safe in friend’s arms, now special in ways
full of promise for when storms came again. Now,
their secret quivers understood like no other could.
4:36 PM • 05/26/09 • Alexandria, VA
Author notes
This one feels very daring to me, for I tried (and I hope succeeded) to capture an innocent moment of rapture between two women. I am a guy, so I had to use my feeble imagination.
A contest entry
- The Erotic Quill Challenge - Round 4 by Corvus Corone.
1000 points, ended June 20, 3 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.
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This is an excellent poem. I glad we made you think outside the norm here it has produced a very gentle erotic piece.
' A kendle of kittens' is a delightful phrase, perfect.
If this is your imagination being feeble i want to see what you do when its at max.
A wonderful write
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Innocence, tenderness, the sensuality of touch, the sense of need to be touched when we feel rejected and alone, there is even more and I want the imagination and creativity to be able to write of it so well that I touch the reader and transform them so their relationships sleep the bonds of safety and leave the shallows of the shore and venture into the deeps seas to sail free, like never before. My goal anyway.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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This is an amazing write...I think you got the gold for sure. Excellent job, love the sensual tone here. Good luck
**Master Ktulu**
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Thanks. It is always tricky to try to catch the feelings behind the actions. Let them simmer to the top and infect the reader. I am glad to hear you think I did a good job on this.
Peace,
Tom B.
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YOU DID GREAT!
the tenderness...and unfolding in vulnerable
ways...it was breath-taking!
way to write!
truly a masters touch!
ears/Seattle
feeble man you are not!
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Thank you.
I wasn't sure. I have assumed the feelings and an understanding of them in poems in the past. It is just in this one, with the level of innocence I was working with, I was afraid that I might have slipped past the line of graciousness and good taste that I hold as being so fundamentally important.
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