curvaceous,
and no doubt delicious,
a butter pecan treat~
borne of fantasies
drenched in wet sex
a delicacy
enticing and destined
for me to eat.
jade green and yellow
clinging to a road map
so smooth...
to peel it,taste it.
my eyes deliver a message
that tingles
the jungle in me,
the primate in me,
Heaven forbid
the naughtiness to be.
oh if it were just that
easy.
a clandestine meet and greet
in a smoke filled club.
the thump,thump,thump
of string bass
accentuating
and fueling
the ka-thump,ka-thump
of desire in my chest.
red,red wine
setting the precedence
for our post midnight
orgy of the senses.
do dreams come true?
with time and patience
and some common sense
to help make sense...
yes.
but your heart
belongs to another.
now i must tantalize
your soul.
a butter pecan treat..hmm...but if her heart belongs to another...
ReplyDeleteAlas...that was my dilemma when the muse whispered in my ear.
DeleteBeware her whispers...we all know conflict and unfulfilled desires make for the best poetry....as you have so masterfully depicted here. Love the play with the sounds, the bass and the heart, the atmosphere, the "vibe"...damn! You do know how to set a stage!
ReplyDeleteFair maiden...you have plucked the strings and played out the theme of mine anguish!...In other words,yeah. Conflict at it's best!
DeleteWurdz... I LOVE THIS... this ROCKS... the complete picture ... I can see and hear the entire scene... love it ...
ReplyDelete"a clandestine meet and greet
in a smoke filled club.
the thump,thump,thump
of string bass
accentuating
and fueling
the ka-thump,ka-thump
of desire in my chest.
red,red wine
setting the precedence
for our post midnight
orgy of the senses."
Couldn't just choose one! (BajanPoet)
heaven forbid the naughtiness to be...ha...it probably does but that wont stop you now will it...heheh...
Deletehot, hot, hot!!!
ReplyDeleteGot to love a love that knows its own beat. Certainly, the thrill in the bone, the heat of the hunt, brings each to face the foibles that guarantee later desire for forgiveness. I respect the fact that you are alive to the struggle and self aware to chronicle the war that tears apart all our hearts.
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