Sensual metaphors

[sandspike]

no rhyme

waves are no more than thrusts
pounding again and again
until screams fill the air,
gulls cry for food
boys charge towards manhood
young girls deliver cherries

there is no rhyme
and very little reason,
just verbs that make us sweat

 

[bluerains]

waves are no more than thrusts
pounding again and again
until screams fill the air,
gulls cry for food
boys charge towards manhood
young girls deliver cherries

there is no rhyme
and very little reason,
just verbs that make us sweat

 

[My Erotic Trail]

waves are no more than thrusts
pounding again and again
until screams fill the air,
gulls cry for food
boys charge towards manhood
young girls deliver cherries

there is no rhyme
and very little reason,
just verbs that make us sweat

truthfully clever (~_*)

 

[bluerains]

strands of blue jade brilliance
hugs the shoreline
as a brocade of fine lace
shimmers in the glow
of a sunrise stroll

 

[RhymeFairy]

strands of blue jade brilliance
hugs the shoreline
as a brocade of fine lace
shimmers in the glow
of a sunrise stroll

she stands awaiting.
blue bellowing clouds
chatter, challenging her
to truth.

awaken fair madien
be silently swept away
into truth ... destiny
upon sea scented sand

I have written this---rewritten this several times.
Had 4 other stanzas and deleted them .. Uggg !!
Will have to play with it later me thinks, OR start all over !!

I love the pic Blue ... stunning ~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

strands of blue jade brilliance
hugs the shoreline
as a brocade of fine lace
shimmers in the glow
of a sunrise stroll

landscape of beauty
while a beauty awaits
a sailor to sail
home to her
on a beautiful day

 

[bluerains]

she stands awaiting.
blue bellowing clouds
chatter, challenging her
to truth.

awaken fair madien
be silently swept away
into truth ... destiny
upon sea scented sand

I have written this---rewritten this several times.
Had 4 other stanzas and deleted them .. Uggg !!
Will have to play with it later me thinks, OR start all over !!

I love the pic Blue ... stunning ~

shedding water curls
reminiscing old footsteps
once carved in shells and sand
to resurrect coiled hearts
from purified days of blue air
to forget just for a moment
a gray world on the brink
of a silver tomorrow

 

[sandspike]

mindless

shedding water curls
reminiscing old footsteps
once carved in shells and sand
to resurrect coiled hearts
from purified days of blue air
to forget just for a moment
a gray world on the brink
of a silver tomorrow

footsteps of youth
heels and toes,
flatten with time
widen and erode

visions remain
still hearing old tunes
our technicolor times
deeds behind the dunes

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Red Snow Falls On Russia
Russia is red again -
after a freak fall of coloured snow
on the former communist country.

well aint that stranger than Hen's teeth

 

[bluerains]

hum

Red Snow Falls On Russia
Russia is red again -
after a freak fall of coloured snow
on the former communist country.

well aint that stranger than Hen's teeth

have you been on www.spaceweather.com again ..last week there were 2 blue moons
over Egypt..

 

[bluerains]

coating bodies sweet
caught between wet sticky sheets
butterflies reborn

 

[bluerains]

ahhh *****

footsteps of youth
heels and toes,
flatten with time
widen and erode

visions remain
still hearing old tunes
our technicolor times
deeds behind the dunes

lovely words you speak...

eroded echoes
left beside a soft sea breeze
permeates solitary footsteps
humming with sandles
still dancing upon the dune

 

[sandspike]

lovely words you speak...

eroded echoes
left beside a soft sea breeze
permeates solitary footsteps
humming with sandles
still dancing upon the dune

deck shoes and sandals
held in hands
joined by visions
where sea meets sand

no illusions unnoticed
no words ever spoken
time spent viewing
sunset's erotic trail

 

[My Erotic Trail]

deck shoes and sandals
held in hands
joined by visions
where sea meets sand

no illusions unnoticed
no words ever spoken
time spent viewing
sunset's erotic trail

<grin>

sandy towel
spread across sand
slightly wet
as the tide comes in

lotion late
on red flesh burns
lovers laughing
taking turns

jumping waves
and castles from pales
suits on the beach
an erotic trail

 

[sandspike]

<grin>

sandy towel
spread across sand
slightly wet
as the tide comes in

lotion late
on red flesh burns
lovers laughing
taking turns

jumping waves
and castles from pales
suits on the beach
an erotic trail

HELL MAN! You make me feel like I go to the ocean and never
get my feet wet. This is smooth.

 

[bluerains]

Andromedian Wings

soothing solitude by a turquoise sea
savoring shades of a raven’s dream
I run ..
into a barren wasteland
silently breathing the wind from
your sandles,
chasing a flame now ashen

sandles ...I am using not from sandals...so be it..take it ...or not...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

HELL MAN! You make me feel like I go to the ocean and never
get my feet wet. This is smooth.

bows humble, thanks sandspike
but you are the true 'beach' of an inspiration <grin

blue, I like the pic

run, run, run
chased by a see
soppy sand
and sea gulls flee

water waifs
by a salty breeze
run run run
by the turqoise sea

 

[sugarmountain]

her taste lingers
like strawberry juice
fresh squeezed from quivering thighs
spread wide
sluice gates open
to deliver love's flood
overwhelming all senses

fingers grasping hair, head, ears
fulfillment of the senses nears
as push becomes grind becomes buck
contact becomes essential
to reach the eventual outcome
of mutual gratification
my reward her smile and a sigh

 

[quasar]

soothing solitude by a turquoise sea
savoring shades of a raven’s dream
I run ..
into a barren wasteland
silently breathing the wind from
your sandles,
chasing a flame now ashen

sandles ...I am using not from sandals...so be it..take it ...or not...

I awoke this day
and fell into
the depths of blue

 

[RhymeFairy]

Spastic ? A thought ~

passions unleashed.
painting prattling tongues,
briskly brush across sultry skin,
tension tingles colliding with
meshing souls sinful treats.

pulling that chain, gripped
nice ... tight. not getting
loose. my love this
is gonna last all night.

welting wet licks languishly
lap, laughing at the liquors
bite. cherry picked long ago.
now honey, it is all pleasures
pain.

smiting smacks of sultry
intent. lil cherry welts rapidly
reappearing. Wetting
your appetite for more
whipped ass ... welcomed.

raging rivers rushing, collecting
calmness, after the long lusty
moans of mini spastic spasms
eruption ...

 

[bluerains]

hott..

your lil verses just burn up the threads...I don't think I could find a picture to go with it but, pure flame...

passions unleashed.
painting prattling tongues,
briskly brush across sultry skin,
tension tingles colliding with
meshing souls sinful treats.

pulling that chain, gripped
nice ... tight. not getting
loose. my love this
is gonna last all night.

welting wet licks languishly
lap, laughing at the liquors
bite. cherry picked long ago.
now honey, it is all pleasures
pain.

smiting smacks of sultry
intent. lil cherry welts rapidly
reappearing. Wetting
your appetite for more
whipped ass ... welcomed.

raging rivers rushing, collecting
calmness, after the long lusty
moans of mini spastic spasms
eruption ...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

passions unleashed.
painting prattling tongues,
briskly brush across sultry skin,
tension tingles colliding with
meshing souls sinful treats.

pulling that chain, gripped
nice ... tight. not getting
loose. my love this
is gonna last all night.

welting wet licks languishly
lap, laughing at the liquors
bite. cherry picked long ago.
now honey, it is all pleasures
pain.

smiting smacks of sultry
intent. lil cherry welts rapidly
reappearing. Wetting
your appetite for more
whipped ass ... welcomed.

raging rivers rushing, collecting
calmness, after the long lusty
moans of mini spastic spasms
eruption ...

sizzling hot on a twitterpatted spring day <grin

 

[bluerains]

A poetic Idol would walk on clouds of nine
to find a rhyme.
A poetic goddess would ride winged Pegasus
to see thier muse by the rivers of Attica.

A poetic idol would be dynamic and bold
turning symbology to gold.
A goddess of verse conjures beyond
a rainbow of a unicorn world.

Both pristine in design
with depth like a full bodied wine,
leaving clairvoyants
to shed all their tears.

 

[sandspike]

soothing solitude by a turquoise sea
savoring shades of a raven’s dream
I run ..
into a barren wasteland
silently breathing the wind from
your sandles,
chasing a flame now ashen

sandles ...I am using not from sandals...so be it..take it ...or not...

running before the storm
vessels on different tacks
homeward bound from exotic ports
cargoes of bibles for Sunday morn

stormy nights gave way
to cold dawns and
damp sandals

 

[My Erotic Trail]

A poetic Idol would walk on clouds of nine
to find a rhyme.
A poetic goddess would ride winged Pegasus
to see thier muse by the rivers of Attica.

A poetic idol would be dynamic and bold
turning symbology to gold.
A goddess of verse conjures beyond
a rainbow of a unicorn world.

Both pristine in design
with depth like a full bodied wine,
leaving clairvoyants
to shed all their tears.

MLP~ Poetry~
Du Lac would love this one <grin ...mystical magic in blue words