Sensual metaphors

[sweet GA peaches]

flowers of beauty
to taunt ... tease
your essence.
sway with the wind.
hoping you catch,
a glance, at our
leaves of passion,
stems of juice,
buds of euphoria ...



there ya go ...
now write ... *grins*

I posted this, yet pending, but thank you for the inspiration, of these words, that led me to this space of writingwithsoul...


Fall,

What manner of seamless beauty
now shatters
my hearts encasement ?
Such tremerous elegance
of her feather,
adrift on winds of unspoken harmony
Settled - gracefully in the branches of my heart
and calling the brambled thicket home
Giving release to the frightened leaves
so long forlorn, but afraid of falling
Being swept,
into her secret autum breeze.

 

[bluerains]

bouncing....

I posted this, yet pending, but thank you for the inspiration, of these words, that led me to this space of writingwithsoul...


Fall,

What manner of seamless beauty
now shatters
my hearts encasement ?
Such tremerous elegance
of her feather,
adrift on winds of unspoken harmony
Settled - gracefully in the branches of my heart
and calling the brambled thicket home
Giving release to the frightened leaves
so long forlorn, but afraid of falling
Being swept,
into her secret autum breeze.

Sounds wafting formless,
create forms of feelings within
the wild woodland elements;
stalking the wings of winter.
Heart of her cinders is cooled
by the frosted fall.

 

[bluerains]

blue spins... ty

Blue is calming, relaxing
of sorts. Setting forth
to bon voyage, nice n'
... sleek

It's the red in me,
that takes the bend.
zings ...
through, like white
lightening morphed.

Green shows me sprigs,
of eternal coolness.
Wrapping
around, grassy pads, laid
out, to dry on a cool spring
morn.

Yellow burst up. Bringing,
kindness ... love. Happy am I,
when in the fields streached
out with sun shine all around
... heaven bound.

Orange the color, of suckers
and fun. Lil balls bouncing,
keeps us on tha run. Ever see
an orange tulip, standing
proud ... free?

All these colors, I love
so much. To pick just one,
would be such a sin. I want
to be wrapped, in all of them,
to be filled yet again, with
peace ... harmony ... love ~


~~~~~~~~





the berry patch

blueberries rippen
from rhythm and rain
dancing in clusters of
rose bruised buds...

~bluerains~

thanks again RF and SgP...for the inspiring levels of your soulful nature...you always bless the day...luv2Ufrombluesighs

 

[sweet GA peaches]

~bluerains~[/COLOR]

thanks again RF and SgP...for the inspiring levels of your soulful nature...you always bless the day...luv2Ufrombluesighs

She painted all the colors
of my mind,
in delicious waves
of jupiters and evergreens.
I was licking my lips
as she fell soft on the pallet
of blue, where one could
sink into,
a billowy cloud of raindrops.
She used all the words,
that made me splash and drink,
and I,
dreaming of rainbow swirled
lollipops.
She inked the sky with all her colors,
while I,
stood close by,
in awe of her rainbow,
licking my crayons.


I dont know, LOL...
this is just what came to me,
and who am I to turn down colors.. *winks*

Loveto blu&RF

 

[My Erotic Tale]

She painted all the colors
of my mind,
in delicious waves
of jupiters and evergreens.
I was licking my lips
as she fell soft on the pallet
of blue, where one could
sink into,
a billowy cloud of raindrops.
She used all the words,
that made me splash and drink,
and I,
dreaming of rainbow swirled
lollipops.
She inked the sky with all her colors,
while I,
stood close by,
in awe of her rainbow,
licking my crayons.


I dont know, LOL...
this is just what came to me,
and who am I to turn down colors.. *winks*

Loveto blu&RF

hello blue~

nice write GA

 

[RhymeFairy]

She inked the sky with all her colors,
while I,
stood close by,
in awe of her rainbow,
licking my crayons.

Crayon licking is forbidden
here in tha south. Thinkin you
being a SweetGaPeach,
should know better ~



Pink cotton swirls, minted
within blues cone. Honey
comb shapes, making me lickity
my lips, over my puff of
sugary sweet treat.



Wanna taste my cotton
candy from the fair?
Yep, the fair is in town.
Now where are those fair poems?
Com'on Let'me have'm~

 

[sweet GA peaches]

If CRAYON LICKING IS FORBIDDEN...

Crayon licking is forbidden
here in tha south. Thinkin you
being a SweetGaPeach,
should know better ~



Pink cotton swirls, minted
within blues cone. Honey
comb shapes, making me lickity
my lips, over my puff of
sugary sweet treat.



Wanna taste my cotton
candy from the fair?
Yep, the fair is in town.
Now where are those fair poems?
Com'on Let'me have'm~

then I have been so bad...LOL... being BAD is a good thing in the south ! LOL..




you want fair ?
well there
you are,
licking cotton candy,
shooting moons
to the stars
in tea cups and buckets.
while I am
spun and furried,
left twisted by
the cyclopse.
to many candied apples
to spoil,
and a water gun fight
to the finish.
I walked away
with my $ 50 over sized
nemo,
and you with your
candied cotton,
tickled pink.

'tis all i could give you gurl, that fair enough ? hehe.... ..... sGp

 

[bluerains]

just a quickie

fairy
picked a plump orchard peach
juicy and sweet
and went down to the fair
and found more treats
blue cotton candy
and a bit of pale ale
now I am on that blue
fairy tale...

then off to the concrete jungle...sighs...

 

[bluerains]

tonite we drink from the fruit of the vine

their liquor
drips from pink blossoms
sticky moist
slow roasted in
peach wine
oozing from periwinkle kisses
soaked in the sweetness
of orange bud honey
while
mounds ripple in the
heat of raw nectar
and the flutter of the fey
dip into the pink folds
of drunken honey combs

 

[sweet GA peaches]

who am I not to play... ;-)

their liquor
drips from pink blossoms
sticky moist
slow roasted in
peach wine
oozing from periwinkle kisses
soaked in the sweetness
of orange bud honey
while
mounds ripple in the
heat of raw nectar
and the flutter of the fey
dip into the pink folds
of drunken honey combs

melons in the thicket
waiting for blossoms
in ripening mother earth
behind. the lazy haze
of summer bee's
as the honey drips to slow
nectar flowing down
in drizzles of longing,
sticky, sweet summer
entice me ,
and shade my tongue
lustful.


sGp

 

[sunsetbrew]

ohh baby

sunset rests upon
drizzling spurts
of timed release

 

[quietpoet]

mmm

Sidelines, white linen
delineates the boundaries
of intoxication.

Tastebuds tinged with essence,
flow down through
warm pink folds.
Passion envelops silent shyness
stroking moistened branch,
watching blue peaches mingle...


qp

melons in the thicket
waiting for blossoms
in ripening mother earth
behind. the lazy haze
of summer bee's
as the honey drips to slow
nectar flowing down
in drizzles of longing,
sticky, sweet summer
entice me ,
and shade my tongue
lustful.


sGp

 

[bluerains]

melons in the thicket
waiting for blossoms
in ripening mother earth
behind. the lazy haze
of summer bee's
as the honey drips to slow
nectar flowing down
in drizzles of longing,
sticky, sweet summer
entice me ,
and shade my tongue
lustful.


sGp

your summer inspires the muse in her hive...oooo))))

 

[quietpoet]

such an energy

your summer inspires the muse in her hive...oooo))))

of beauty..can only shine in the mist..QP

 

[sweet GA peaches]

For the love of sensual...to qp, and rain, and RF.. and to the taste of sun.

of beauty..can only shine in the mist..QP

In the last days of
heat, and flame and sun
the fireflys left
still chasing the moon.
The lingering scent of
the last honeysuckle,
close to my lips
as the fine beaded circle
of sugary sweet nectar
drips from my tongue
and swirls of
periwinkle teasing
until the dew drops
upon a branch
lusting now in yellow moons
left to ripen,
all that will become
the flame
of winters fire.

...sGp...

 

[bluerains]

loverly....

In the last days of
heat, and flame and sun
the fireflys left
still chasing the moon.
The lingering scent of
the last honeysuckle,
close to my lips
as the fine beaded circle
of sugary sweet nectar
drips from my tongue
and swirls of
periwinkle teasing
until the dew drops
upon a branch
lusting now in yellow moons
left to ripen,
all that will become
the flame
of winters fire.

...sGp...

fruits from our vine
scatter to the winds
of winter
where summer’s youth
sways in the woodland
as shades of death
renewing what the
tongues couldn’t hold

 

[My Erotic Tale]

fruits from our vine
scatter to the winds
of winter
where summer’s youth
sways in the woodland
as shades of death
renewing what the
tongues couldn’t hold

Thanks blue~...(~_~) <zen grin>

 

[bluerains]

forever young

Sighs are thoughts between fingers
tickling loins,
making warm skin feel like an urchin
glowing in the souls of eternal
confection;
sweet like nectar from a
thorny rose,
amidst briars that grow
from the dewdrops of
re-invention.

 

[RhymeFairy]

lost ~

Sighs are thoughts between fingers
tickling loins,
making warm skin feel like an urchin
glowing in the souls of eternal
confection;
sweet like nectar from a
thorny rose,
amidst briars that grow
from the dewdrops of
re-invention.

searching ....
head down, knees bent
thickets scratch, blood
drawn.

we have to find him.
anything ... something.
clothing, hair, scuffle
in the dirt.

evergreen bushes brushing
away. push it over, on top,
go around. move it. we must
go, up the mountain. find
him ...

staying close, others hunt.
side by side. tree by tree,
inch ... by inch.

dirt covered. nails caked.
body bruised, as emotions
run wild.

whispers of a set up,
insurance claims? parents
divorcing. shouting, screaming
matches,
of who is to blame.

little boy lost, needs
to be found. three tiresome
days, through winding mountain
trails, brazen briars
and thick ass
thickets ... searching.

~~

happened years ago.
saw *briar*
memories are a bitty eh ~

 

[tungtied2u]

Hmmmm...

Come now hither,
slink and slither
along this naked form

take me to
another world
far beyond the norm

where writhing bodies
moan and groan
in exploration
of nights unknown

feelings heretofore unfelt
be it soft caresses
or bright red welts

raised upon a body longing
for just a sensation
of righted wronging

as hips thrust
and bodies combust
and yearnings take charge
and limp becomes large

feel the surge
give in to the urge
map a universe unknown

as two people together
exult in the pleasure
of no longer being alone

 

[bluerains]

ty TTU

Come now hither,
slink and slither
along this naked form

take me to
another world
far beyond the norm

where writhing bodies
moan and groan
in exploration
of nights unknown

feelings heretofore unfelt
be it soft caresses
or bright red welts

raised upon a body longing
for just a sensation
of righted wronging

as hips thrust
and bodies combust
and yearnings take charge
and limp becomes large

feel the surge
give in to the urge
map a universe unknown

as two people together
exult in the pleasure
of no longer being alone

for rapping the muse....
Yoni touches

liberating lucidity
lets escape mundane
coasting in curves
of charismatic
Ki fingers
exposing
swells of longing
released by the
exploration of
our
aphrodisia heat..
http://www.whitelotuseast.com/YoniMassage.htm

http://www.wolfcreekarts.com/kifingers.htm

 

[bluerains]

to drink
drop by drop
from the molten cup
washing away
the stains
of discrimination
the lotus shines

 

[My Erotic Tale]

I tried to send this PM but it wouldn't send <grin>

heres a help tip for vb codes

blue~

I looked for better part of an hour...on my old computer I use to have the link to the page that taught how to make links. called VB Codes


basicly it is...

[ <<one of these> then >> url= >>>>>then the link or page http: >>> then another ] >>>>>here put the name of the link like (blues poem) then >>>[ << then /url]


I have to be careful or the whole thing will disappear like this...yoni touches

color is inside of the like this [color= then the color a...d bold too nice review and love your writes.

 

[bluerains]

understood

I tried to send this PM but it wouldn't send <grin>

heres a help tip for vb codes

blue~

I looked for better part of an hour...on my old computer I use to have the link to the page that taught how to make links. called VB Codes


basicly it is...

[ <<one of these> then >> url= >>>>>then the link or page http: >>> then another ] >>>>>here put the name of the link like (blues poem) then >>>[ << then /url]


I have to be careful or the whole thing will disappear like this...yoni touches

color is inside of the like this [color= then the color a...ime..ty...luv your stuff too...luvfromtheblue

 

[bluerains]

to find a metaphor
to articulate
the experience
of hours and moments
that only sees my ground..
It would be flippant
straight up...
I can now only look back
and express the sensual
visions of my past...
for my today is complete
in the all giving all sharing
of me and you...
and my nest is full
but, my past was empty
therefore I can only
view the days from afar
before I was the star in
your circus.