Sensual metaphors

[RhymeFairy]

she sits in splendor
speaking in her spanish tongue
unmentionables unnoticed
for she is softly squirming back
forth ... settling down in a meadow
soft fur, silky satin runnith over
over ... over she squats, trapping her
secret garden betwixt steam and errect
ridges of her escape. breath catches,
bringing soft murmurs of contentment
cementing earth, body and soul as one ...

 

[sandspike]

she sits in splendor
speaking in her spanish tongue
unmentionables unnoticed
for she is softly squirming back
forth ... settling down in a meadow
soft fur, silky satin runnith over
over ... over she squats, trapping her
secret garden betwixt steam and errect
ridges of her escape. breath catches,
bringing soft murmurs of contentment
cementing earth, body and soul as one ...

"unmentionables unnoticed"

You had me at that line.


free to wander curves of love
laid before off shore breezes
angles craved
pillows softer than
swallows flight
back road dimensions
equation dreams added up

 

[bluerains]

interlude
barefeet shift
in sand drifts
wet from rolling surf

moon gleams
in purple spray
creating night scapes
not for vacant palms
but loving lips
biting crisp
salted skin
in swells of white caps
gracing sea foam

dawn lingers
on coral reefs
as sunrise
dresses bare
bodies with
radiant luster

 

[My Erotic Trail]

interlude
barefeet shift
in sand drifts
wet from rolling surf

moon gleams
in purple spray
creating night scapes
not for vacant palms
but loving lips
biting crisp
salted skin
in swells of white caps
gracing sea foam

dawn lingers
on coral reefs
as sunrise
dresses bare
bodies with
radiant luster

naked trees
along the ocean's shore

posted
no swimming
'Sharks'

timber has no fear

 

[bluerains]

naked trees
along the ocean's shore

posted
no swimming
'Sharks'

timber has no fear

land sharks run amuck
preying on young fair maidens
sitting on the fence...

http://www.landsharksband.com/

 

[My Erotic Trail]

land sharks run amuck
preying on young fair maidens
sitting on the fence...

http://www.landsharksband.com/

he was a Joker
she a diamond queen
a shark was dealing
Moon light River boating

 

[quasar]

land sharks run amuck
preying on young fair maidens
sitting on the fence...

http://www.landsharksband.com/

Where is the major Tom thread?

Land Sharks jam
on slated boards
center stage
dancing

Maidens screaming
wildly waving
dreaming
of a shark's leg

 

[RhymeFairy]

seashore
sand
grit
hopping around
nobody knows, or can see
me playing here about the sea.
footprints muck, pink toenails dig
deeper into holes, making a gruesome
gorge, and up go the walls. the molt
is here (sorry no alligators in sight).
drawbridge made with sticks laid about.
tower of shells some pearly pink ones.
dungeon is conspired, constructed
from all those slimy brown things.
will it hold anyone? I do not care
it is there, that is enough. castle
now, that is tough. buckets of sand,
sculpted round ... round. stick slices
forming solid walls. carving circles
lines of leisure ... grace. laughter erupts
about my castle. alone in my world,
of knights and kings. I had forgotten
to post a lookout. damn, I knew
I needed an alligator ...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

seashore
sand
grit
hopping around
nobody knows, or can see
me playing here about the sea.
footprints muck, pink toenails dig
deeper into holes, making a gruesome
gorge, and up go the walls. the molt
is here (sorry no alligators in sight).
drawbridge made with sticks laid about.
tower of shells some pearly pink ones.
dungeon is conspired, constructed
from all those slimy brown things.
will it hold anyone? I do not care
it is there, that is enough. castle
now, that is tough. buckets of sand,
sculpted round ... round. stick slices
forming solid walls. carving circles
lines of leisure ... grace. laughter erupts
about my castle. alone in my world,
of knights and kings. I had forgotten
to post a lookout. damn, I knew
I needed an alligator ...

did you hear the one about the blonde that wanted a pair of alligator shoes?

she hunted 7 or 8 gators before she give up, all of them were barefooted <grin>

 

[itismeinnz]

A quick note given the title of this thread...

For anyone who hasn't done so I'd highly recommend checking out some of Jeanette Winterson's works (especially "Written on the Body"). Whether or not her novels are one's particular taste, her use of metaphor is brilliant. She's English and very highly acclaimed in literary circles. Might be preaching to the converted, but I think a must read for aspiring writers.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Thanks for the headsup~

A quick note given the title of this thread...

For anyone who hasn't done so I'd highly recommend checking out some of Jeanette Winterson's works (especially "Written on the Body"). Whether or not her novels are one's particular taste, her use of metaphor is brilliant. She's English and very highly acclaimed in literary circles. Might be preaching to the converted, but I think a must read for aspiring writers.

I am always interested in reading ... Thank you.
Maybe I am behind times or something, have yet to hear of this author ... Many thanks ~

Me~

 

[RhymeFairy]

imagery? sorry ... no pic, lol

tied tight
moistened breath
catches
letting loose longings
caressing silver smooth skin
gripping gallantly
only
to let go, breath baby
breath ~

 

[itismeinnz]

I thought later (sorry, I'll be out of here so you can get back to where you were)... I should have posted an example. I think this is very clever writing, and I could nearly open a page at random and find this style.

"We lay on the floor, our backs to the day. I needed no more light than was in her touch, her fingers brushing my skin, bringing up nerve ends. Eyes closed I began a journey down her spine, the cobbled road of hers that brought me to a cleft and a damp valley then a deep pit to drown in. What other places are there in the world than those discovered on a lover's body?"

 

[bluerains]

ty~

I thought later (sorry, I'll be out of here so you can get back to where you were)... I should have posted an example. I think this is very clever writing, and I could nearly open a page at random and find this style.

"We lay on the floor, our backs to the day. I needed no more light than was in her touch, her fingers brushing my skin, bringing up nerve ends. Eyes closed I began a journey down her spine, the cobbled road of hers that brought me to a cleft and a damp valley then a deep pit to drown in. What other places are there in the world than those discovered on a lover's body?"

~~~
Haven't heard of this Author ...I just went to website read some of the overviews ..I found a book I thought would be interesting
"Disappearance I"
In this story the storyteller tells the reader of his/her town where sleep has been banned. Sleep is considered to be dirty, a waste of time and even perverted. Sleeping in public results in a £50 fine. However the importance of dreaming has been considered and therefore the State provides recorded, but censored, dreams to its citizens. The storyteller is one of the few lucky ones who are employed by the city to dream the dreams that get recorded and is because of his/her profession able to sleep legally every night.

I like that concept ..almost sci-fi...think I shall try to find it...
I am reading Octavia Butler at present...so the change would be good..ty..
blue

 

[bluerains]

seashore
sand
grit
hopping around
nobody knows, or can see
me playing here about the sea.
footprints muck, pink toenails dig
deeper into holes, making a gruesome
gorge, and up go the walls. the molt
is here (sorry no alligators in sight).
drawbridge made with sticks laid about.
tower of shells some pearly pink ones.
dungeon is conspired, constructed
from all those slimy brown things.
will it hold anyone? I do not care
it is there, that is enough. castle
now, that is tough. buckets of sand,
sculpted round ... round. stick slices
forming solid walls. carving circles
lines of leisure ... grace. laughter erupts
about my castle. alone in my world,
of knights and kings. I had forgotten
to post a lookout. damn, I knew
I needed an alligator ...

or a dragonslayer...nice work RF...really enjoyed reading this ...

 

[bluerains]

did you hear the one about the blonde that wanted a pair of alligator shoes?

she hunted 7 or 8 gators before she give up, all of them were barefooted <grin>

wise quacker...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

wise quacker...

<grin>

it reminded me that I had a poem, awhile back that I never submitted,
so I did, <grin

 

[bluerains]

there is a quiet place in my mind
twisted between sorrow and splendor
where lidless eyes still see and
breath is filled with the scent of seagrass
while fierce desire still grows upon
the mangrove roots as
outstreached arms
holding a centerpiece moment of time

 

[My Erotic Trail]

there is a quiet place in my mind
twisted between sorrow and splendor
where lidless eyes still see and
breath is filled with the scent of seagrass
while fierce desire still grows upon
the mangrove roots as
outstreached arms
holding a centerpiece moment of time

looking for a deserted island to become lost on?

 

[sandspike]

there is a quiet place in my mind
twisted between sorrow and splendor
where lidless eyes still see and
breath is filled with the scent of seagrass
while fierce desire still grows upon
the mangrove roots as
outstreached arms
holding a centerpiece moment of time

Zodiacs gray bouncing in the sun
beach buddies straddle each tube
mind under matter feeling heated
crests and swells
clutching tighter
for passion and money
deliver the island paradise

 

[bluerains]

looking for a deserted island to become lost on?

this is the islands I play on ..its just a wonderful pleasure to be a party to such a dream ..I still am amazed at times at the beauty of these spoil islands ...they have such an amazing peace ...its florida's best kept secret...

 

[bluerains]

Zodiacs gray bouncing in the sun
beach buddies straddle each tube
mind under matter feeling heated
crests and swells
clutching tighter
for passion and money
deliver the island paradise

its getting to be a greater price living in paradise these days my friend....am really lucky to have be blessed with such wonder these past 15 odd years..unfortunatly...money does rule the beaches these past 2 years ..I have seen a huge change in the face of my dear sweet coastline..nice poem...

 

[sandspike]

its getting to be a greater price living in paradise these days my friend....am really lucky to have be blessed with such wonder these past 15 odd years..unfortunatly...money does rule the beaches these past 2 years ..I have seen a huge change in the face of my dear sweet coastline..nice poem...

Thank you Blue. There are several of you guys that seem to see the
'beach' as I do. I admire the way you guys can write about my heaven
and things that are unrelated to the same. I'm afraid we all are seeing
the coast line change. If it gets so sorry down south that you can't find
a place for your blanket. Just take a bus up to Carolina. As the Pointer
Sisters sang "I'll Take You There".

the bass drums play
and shhhhhh.........
horns blow overhead,
the bass drums play
and shhhhh.........
as they receed,
time and more has
kept the beat that
man has tried to destory

I know no metaphor thingy. Just a sad look at a brilliant sea.
Figure the above out and let me know. (shhhhhh like the sound you
make for someone to shut up.)

 

[My Erotic Trail]

the sand
between shore and mountains
where the worlds divide
soft meets hard
and hard kisses soft

warm sand glistens
under a bright sun
wind teasing
the surface layer
in dancing twists

there are a lot of places to be
like the mountains
and valleys
but I like it where
the land meets
the sea

 

[RhymeFairy]

welcome ~


tides rushing in, tiptoes up.
gliding with the ride, sinking in
wiggles trickling too.

silent breeze uponloving cheeks.
like a checkerboard paradise,
zig zagged with seagull treasures
and heavenly songs.

persuasive palms swaying,
humming hammock calling out
... lets play n surf. rest
be one within this place,
our sanctuary, our home.

welcome back
it seems to say.
welcome ... back ~