absence of love
last night: attempting to feign love, his mouth implied
cool church courtyards hushing summer's heated flush
in the heart of a lonely childhood, and iko after feeling
abandoned for eons; laid trembling down, fixed in the
shape of an anchored starfish swishing on the ocean's
bottom, all soft-points and desire as he christened
her virtue...shattering the air.
toi
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14 comments:
Poetically sensuous!
i like that description, thanks tumblewords.
Your words flow like a soft ripple on the ocean, beautiful!
'as he christened
her virtue...'
I think that's one of the most erotic and sensuous lines I've read for a long time. Many thank. Beautiful poem.
Greetings from London.
Fantastic.
Your imagination runs sooooo wild like a wild horse,
you are so beautiful at writing sensual poetry that never fails to mesmerize.
Loved it,
Blasphemous
so very good.
melody - luv you soothing response. Xo
cuban - such a lovely response. Xo
bard - Xo
anon - a wild horse, huh? tickles me -
your response is exciting. Xo
thom - Xo
"...as he christened her virtue."
wow!
Wow!! that's beautifully written!! :)
THat is really nicely written .. and as someone mentioned "as he christened her virtue" and the comparison to starfish on ocean bed hmmmmm :)
thanks Singh, I appreciate your response.
wow..!!.. just luved ur posts wat a flow..wat wild imaginations..luved them......
ur blog is just fabulous
Raj
http://uncensoredrajstory.blogspot.com/
luv your enthusiasm raj - wow - what a rush.
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