I never knew the ocean
until I entered it
so unassuming salty and boiling around my waist
and deeper slipping over my breasts
I thought I knew you
cold and unassuming.
But wrong
I was
as you simmered over my breasts
like a hot pot of tea
bubbling over
like a warm foam
nuzzling over a mug
of you
and I
don't know where you came from
but I want you all over me
like a blanket of blue
carressing the night
with its starry legions
kissing my body
Oh it's not over
not over till I know you
not over till I love you
not over till the ocean slips into my body like a canister
fills with warm liquid
and you fill me with warm liquid
that I seem to know so well
but I don't know you
don't know you yet.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yes, i agree metaphore and sensualy divine content add to creating a smooth seductive peice of poetry leaving one submerged beneath the warm exitement of your passionate expression. Not many poems on here make love to the senses, yet this does
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This is breathtaking Alex, good to read you again.
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Alex,
Well, it has been quite a while but I see you have not lost a bit of your unusual touch and choice of metaphoric
exclamations. Great to have you back gal, really great.
len
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