lustfulraj
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What is the reddish color in the water?Existentialism means no one else can take a bath for you. - Delmore Schwartz
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What is the reddish color in the water?Existentialism means no one else can take a bath for you. - Delmore Schwartz
MMMMM DamnIn the dregs
I’m there
Every shower
As your hand moves up
And water down
Clinging like droplets to your skin
Always here
When your eyes close
In the back of your mind
Undressing myself
As your hands reach out
With you
Feeling this
Your lips on my neck
How you leave me
Unhinged and open
It is amazing how the simplest things we do during the day, connect us with a former lover. Beautiful picture of you Sexy!In the dregs
I’m there
Every shower
As your hand moves up
And water down
Clinging like droplets to your skin
Always here
When your eyes close
In the back of your mind
Undressing myself
As your hands reach out
With you
Feeling this
Your lips on my neck
How you leave me
Unhinged and open
Speaking of which….
Nope. I’m behaving again. Gotta remind myself.
I like the thought behind the word sequence, and I can believe the last line knowing your past. (Not in a bad way)
good to see your bars poking through your top.
What a hot pic, if one knows where all to look
If there is anyone that can do this it is you! So, just do it and do it better
What is the reddish color in the water?
MMMMM Damn
That Hair !!!!
It is amazing how the simplest things we do during the day, connect us with a former lover. Beautiful picture of you Sexy!
I will PM you laterWait! Where are you looking?!!?
Tie a string, hmmm? Did you forget I was a Boy Scout?
so beautiful, Moochie!In the dregs
I’m there
Every shower
As your hand moves up
And water down
Clinging like droplets to your skin
Always here
When your eyes close
In the back of your mind
Undressing myself
As your hands reach out
With you
Feeling this
Your lips on my neck
How you leave me
Unhinged and open
Pressed against the wall? Yeah. That’ll do.
I didn’t even have to read between the lines!
Light, floating
Nothing can touch me
Except You
Fire, Heat
So calm to the rest of the world
Inside, a riot of emotion
Until I am pulled into
Your orbit once more
Apologies. Your poetry inspired that bit of.....
DS
I am imagining swinging on a trapeze over the lake and eventually letting to to go arcing through the air and then (hopefully) gracefully into the crisp, cool water. Though if you can walk on water, that might not work as well now that I think about it.I’ll remember soon
It feels like a first day
Outside a placid morning on the lake
Inside a 5-ring circus complete with trapeze
I can’t remember how my feet fall
When I walk on water
I am imagining swinging on a trapeze over the lake and eventually letting to to go arcing through the air and then (hopefully) gracefully into the crisp, cool water. Though if you can walk on water, that might not work as well now that I think about it.
I can only think of how lucky your patients are to wake up to that face and smile. To your kindness and caring.. You truly do make a difference.. I can just tell
I love reading your poems, and your pictures are beautiful.
That is an AWESOME capture! Is the shibari a self-tie? Well done, words and picture. Sending Love. Peace be with you.The poetry of you
shaking my head
fallen to pieces again
the waiting game
come and gone
nothing new
everything different
needing you
felt in caress of word -
the vowels of my name
from your tongue -
and how you taste
of a million days dreamt
never dying
pyres burn
with this desire
for the poetry of you
One of those lines is quite the aural delight. Though there are varied ways it could be interpreted, most of them are sensual. I might explain further elsewhere.The poetry of you
shaking my head
fallen to pieces again
the waiting game
come and gone
nothing new
everything different
needing you
felt in caress of word -
the vowels of my name
from your tongue -
and how you taste
of a million days dreamt
never dying
pyres burn
with this desire
for the poetry of you
Here's to the lovers that get our hearts pumping at the first syllables from their lips.The poetry of you
shaking my head
fallen to pieces again
the waiting game
come and gone
nothing new
everything different
needing you
felt in caress of word -
the vowels of my name
from your tongue -
and how you taste
of a million days dreamt
never dying
pyres burn
with this desire
for the poetry of you
the photo + poem tell such a story - love it so much!The poetry of you
shaking my head
fallen to pieces again
the waiting game
come and gone
nothing new
everything different
needing you
felt in caress of word -
the vowels of my name
from your tongue -
and how you taste
of a million days dreamt
never dying
pyres burn
with this desire
for the poetry of you
This reminds me of a song I was singing along with on the way to work.The poetry of you
shaking my head
fallen to pieces again
the waiting game
come and gone
nothing new
everything different
needing you
felt in caress of word -
the vowels of my name
from your tongue -
and how you taste
of a million days dreamt
never dying
pyres burn
with this desire
for the poetry of you
Interesting choice of words to describe a person,The poetry of you
shaking my head
fallen to pieces again
the waiting game
come and gone
nothing new
everything different
needing you
felt in caress of word -
the vowels of my name
from your tongue -
and how you taste
of a million days dreamt
never dying
pyres burn
with this desire
for the poetry of you
That is an AWESOME capture! Is the shibari a self-tie? Well done, words and picture. Sending Love. Peace be with you.
DSmith
One of those lines is quite the aural delight. Though there are varied ways it could be interpreted, most of them are sensual. I might explain further elsewhere.
The rest of the words are delightful too, but I keep coming back to the one line.
Unrelated, this evening, I have some baking to do I think.
The poetry of you.
Here's to the lovers that get our hearts pumping at the first syllables from their lips.
the photo + poem tell such a story - love it so much!
This reminds me of a song I was singing along with on the way to work.
Thank you for sharing your heart, sweet Moochie.
Interesting choice of words to describe a person,
I like that you can now use your longer hair as your security mask. It works well.