SKINNY DIPPING
Listen … Please, this time, just turn away
She murmured, just this time
Listen, listen … To the fizz of fastenings on the slide
And the subtle susurration of descending silk
Listen … To the mutterings of messages along the nerves
And the slough of urgent tides within the blood
Listen, listen … To the heartfelt sigh and hesitant whisper
You can look now. Yes you can look.
Look … At her peach and apricot skin tinged plum
In the spectral rays of the sinking sun
Look, look … At the sweet curves and swellings and sweeter grooves
And the fine gold fuzz turned flame in the sun’s last flares
Look … At her eyes alight and a-sparkle in the rainbow night
And the tender sight of arms held wide and welcoming
Look, look … As she turns and walks all sway and sensuous swing
Towards the waiting waters of the sunburst lake
Learn … The chill and shock of shallows close to shore
Grow warmer as we deeper and much closer wade
Yes learn … Her tender touch as she slowly turns and twines
And suddenly turns, arches, dives, displays all charms
Learn again … Her lissom water ballet and svelte aquatic grace
Just graze your body while you stand and gaze
Oh yes, and learn … The tiny wavelets stroke your skin, whilst a little fish
[your diving girl] nips and nibbles with such tender lips
In a list
A contest entry
- I PR0MISED THE MOON TO SHARE THIS SUNRISE WITH YOU by Swan song.
800 points, ended November 21, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An amazing, gorgeous write! Congrats on the Gold...well derserved!!!
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This is a very well and beautifully done write I would saw pretty close to darn awesome. The pacing is perfect and imagery is perfect and the sense of anticipation is done in a masterful way!
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Thank you very much ... and for the very much unexpected gold award.
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What a delight. So intimate; yet I feel not the least, uninvited. Sometimes I come away from this genre feeling an intruder. I wonder how that works... how it is communicated.
Loved the detail, and yet privacy.. the sun lighting slight arm hair so fair...
The balance of coyness and assertion.
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To answer your question [and I know what you mean about feeling an intruder] I suspect that the trick is to ensure there is some distance [time] between the event and the writing ... recollection in tranquillity so to speak. Thank you for the great comment and compliment.
Mike
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It's highly sensuous. You chose words which really convey the erotic feelings.
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Thank you kindly ... it was one of those poems based on a memory which came out all of a rush.
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Memories, ah memories ....
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I'm a (former) librarian, Mike. So, unfortunately and as the case may be, it would be "memory" in the singular in regards to my own. 
And not until I was 32. But yes, ah, memory. 
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Wow.
This is my first time reading a peom so sensuous. The class and grace of it carries a magical feeling. A definate step up from some more vulgar writes on the site.
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A lovely compliment ... I'm so pleased you enjoyed it - 'twas one those poems written in a single penning.
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