Sea salty beads of dew swell and fall
from her sleepy peach blossom bosom—
trickling, tickling tiny goose-golden hairs.
Down they travel, writhing with the sadistic
sunlight, touring the curves of breast and belly,
glistening in and out of a zebra striped dawn.
She wakes, suck-savoring lust seeping from the
rose petal halo framing her head, warming to
the smell of memories lingering on lip-shaped
pillows—the bed, still tongue-slick, slavering
with excesses and appetites. Sitting up, the sweet
rum-sweat of peaches and sleep trips past her hips—
joining in an amalgam of bare-foot wines and
back-throat brandies all aged overnight, breathing
in her bronze-boned chalice. She lays back on her
altar of soil and silk, retracing the footsteps
of last night's fingers, testing the tenderness
in the air—waiting and praying to be tasted again.
Amuse bouche
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Hi A.S.
To me this is your best one so far. The alliteration and internal rhyme work very well. It is also very dense - almost Hopkins-esque in places. Best use of your erotic subject matter to date.
Would like to feature this one?
Cam
To me this is your best one so far. The alliteration and internal rhyme work very well. It is also very dense - almost Hopkins-esque in places. Best use of your erotic subject matter to date.
Would like to feature this one?
Cam
I like this and forgive me if i have it all wrong,but the poem gives me a picture of a sexy women in my head....Who seems to have a fortunate life stlye...I think i sort of get the impression of a heavy nights drinking.
Apologies if i have this wrong...
Apologies if i have this wrong...
Imagination is more important than knowledge,knowledge is limited imagination encircles the world.
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Thomas,
Let's call it a lover reminiscing on last night's bed...the liquor reference is, shall we say, less than literal (though just as well flavored); being more from between the legs than from any bottle.
--A.S.
Let's call it a lover reminiscing on last night's bed...the liquor reference is, shall we say, less than literal (though just as well flavored); being more from between the legs than from any bottle.
--A.S.
Ah i did debate on that when i read it so well done to you for achieving that perception...I didnt like to say though just incase i got it tottaly wrong.. 
Imagination is more important than knowledge,knowledge is limited imagination encircles the world.
Gerard Manley Hopkins was a man of the cloth, a jesuit Priest, and wote among other things, complex poetry about his love of god etc.
Curiously, after he passed away, his religious order , instructed his final poems to be burned.
Arco
Curiously, after he passed away, his religious order , instructed his final poems to be burned.
Arco
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"retracing the footsteps of last night's fingers"...mmmm. haven't been so excited since.....well....last night. like this a lot, it's almost cloying in its deliciousness but that just makes it even more real.