Sensual metaphors

[RhymeFairy]

A shattered mirror
shows the scars
of our thoughts
from a splintered
kaleidescope heart.

Short ... to the point.
Very well thought out,
and deep. I get it, and love it.

Just in case, sendin' ya a truckload of hugs ~

 

[RhymeFairy]

passion pink nails pick
pluck at his heart strings.
all day he dreams wishful
wants of her. digging desires
up from memories past.

pure purple glossy lips linger
on his mind. pressed to his
mirroring his thoughts.

as time moves on
still he dreams of those lips
wrapped around his erect
member demanding compensation
from him to pleasure her too.

a coaxing minxy smile enraptures
his heart. stroking that burning
sensation to an all consuming need
for that smile directed at him.

in shadows of boudoir dreams.
as illusion turns to reality,
of that same satisfied smile.

hour glass body with enough grit
to encourage gluttonous sins
over and over again.

she is pure poetry in motion
colossal waves washing ashore
as she dawdles n dips into him.
netting his heart ... his mind.
dreaming his day dreams.


..

 

[bluerains]

Points

To mark a body
ever so slightly
in another
seductive haze.

Its coil trip waiting
to find pain
in wisdom,
winding
disappearance
round
white fractured
crystals
feasting
upon peculiar blood
naked
onto my eyes .

 

[My Erotic Trail]

To mark a body
ever so slightly
in another
seductive haze.

Its coil trip waiting
to find pain
in wisdom,
winding
disappearance
round
white fractured
crystals
feasting
upon peculiar blood
naked
onto my eyes .

an excellent spiral descent of words that trailed to the ending of a wonderful poem.

 

[bluerains]

twas

an excellent spiral descent of words that trailed to the ending of a wonderful poem.

one of my bipolar nightmares....biting nails...ty

 

[bluerains]

you, my jazz bauble
me, your ambient rhythm
we are world music

 

[My Erotic Trail]

you, my jazz bauble
me, your ambient rhythm
we are world music

Jam on
buttered up
beating like a
bouncing orange
rocking
as hard as
stale french toast

raising a glass
swinging to jazz
who knew
you do the blues

 

[bluerains]

Points II ~ Modern Tanka

Jam on
buttered up
beating like a
bouncing orange
rocking
as hard as
stale french toast

raising a glass
swinging to jazz
who knew
you do the blues

higher in halo
poet sees beyond grey rain
another carousal calls
another facet broken
encountering blue dahlia

 

[bluerains]

John U Turn Me

You are my bridge
between home
and the blank face in
the water,
floating like a jellyfish.

You hold me here
in the weightlessness
of morning coffee
as I hang on the edge
of eternity.

You churn my seaweed mind
into the realm of your today
even if I seem a million moments
away....

Your pattern bribes my heart
to stay for you another day
just to breathe the holy dust
of your instant.

 

[sugarmountain]

Her recipe

To take the chill off
turn heat low,
stir the contents
soft and slow

as the liquid
starts to warm
add some herbs
chant a charm

take your time
to let them seep
while the juice
begins to weep

tweak the heat
a little bit
watch out it
may start to spit

slow strokes now
stir the meat
while its boiling
now repeat

turn it back
let it simmer
let it stew
you'll be the winner

bring to a boil
just before serving
enjoy yourself
you are deserving

sate your hunger
wolf it down
there's plenty for
a second round

 

[My Erotic Trail]

awesome blue
the visual literature that you do <grin

higher in halo
poet sees beyond grey rain
another carousal calls
another facet broken
encountering blue dahlia

 

[RhymeFairy]

visually outspoken
your golden rings capture
my imagination. turning a twisting
as they spirally descend, dissecting
misconnected motions
that mimic a maidenly whisper
"what beauty"

 

[My Erotic Trail]

visually outspoken
your golden rings capture
my imagination. turning a twisting
as they spirally descend, dissecting
misconnected motions
that mimic a maidenly whisper
"what beauty"

I agree, what beauty~

 

[RhymeFairy]

drink
from thy loving cup
runnith over
onto
into me
bring forth
thy mouth
taste of heaven
by lascivious licking
from side to side
bottom to top
drink, sup
take a snack
like a snail
long and slow
till it is time
to start
the loving
again ~


I was surfing and wrote this lil ... thingy
on a word thread. I thought of this thread
because of the imagery it brings to mind.
Not one of my best, but it works .... a bit, lol.
No rhyme nor reason, I am just drawn that way ~

 

[bluerains]

oozing with sugary visions..grafting..

drink
from thy loving cup
runnith over
onto
into me
bring forth
thy mouth
taste of heaven
by lascivious licking
from side to side
bottom to top
drink, sup
take a snack
like a snail
long and slow
till it is time
to start
the loving
again ~

to swallow treasure
flowing from your
chalice
savoring samples
of blushed strawberries
cultured from the
fountainhead of
fairyland

 

[My Erotic Trail]

drink
from thy loving cup
runnith over
onto
into me
bring forth
thy mouth
taste of heaven
by lascivious licking
from side to side
bottom to top
drink, sup
take a snack
like a snail
long and slow
till it is time
to start
the loving
again ~

to swallow treasure
flowing from your
chalice
savoring samples
of blushed strawberries
cultured from the
fountainhead of
fairyland

when ladies are a mused
I write <grin

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I am blue...
what do I do?

 

[RhymeFairy]

I am blue...
what do I do?

I know it is hard
when one is so down
'n blue. Fist one must
look outside
the box. One foot
in front
the other shall follow.

Down long dreary roads
past Lonesome Town, go forth
into Sunshine Valley. Speak
to the birds
walk upon the clouds
let loose your netted
dreams ... for what follows
is the is the amusing musing
of hold fast Happen Chance.

Don't miss the corner
store, where they sale
a tonic
for down in the dumps.
Droplets
one, two drips
draws your imagination
into another world.

Last, but not least
take out a lease
a new life
is just around the bend
for the price
of a lil sin ~




That was an interesting lil trip

 

[bluerains]

when ladies are a musedI write <grin

Shifted Strokes

Sometimes a sound
of a songbird or a ray of stardust
filtered by the morning dew,
flows gracfully thru their window plane.
Times when a hushed breath
turns the rim of a grin
with a sticky sigh.
Thats the mime of
minds prodding their
masturbating
muse warped by
binary bliss.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Shifted Strokes

Sometimes a sound
of a songbird or a ray of stardust
filtered by the morning dew,
flows gracfully thru their window plane.
Times when a hushed breath
turns the rim of a grin
with a sticky sigh.
Thats the mime of
minds prodding their
masturbating
muse warped by
binary bliss.

thank you RF and Blue
lips curled and shined a grin (~_*) <wink

 

[bluerains]

does a Texan spit polish a grin...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

does a Texan spit polish a grin...

with chewing tabacco <grin

 

[bluerains]

Gems of Shiva

Mesmerized by
midnight’s bejeweled raiment,
fiendish mind flies
upon the hem of her hindi carpet.
Halo swallowed between saint
and sorcery.

Taken by sensuous bend of her body,
she begs me follow the gilded glitter
of her ruby cross
until the stain of my loins
flows into the trails of her treasure.

 

[bluerains]

Jaded Apple

Nocturnal
secrets surface
once a season
through the dead zone
of the dark rider.

She from sky and sea,
reclaims her throne
in possession of his
vapor.

For a season,
she , his transport
and bridle
will ride on crystalized
moonlight,
he,
riven in her jaded
gate.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Jaded Apple

Nocturnal
secrets surface
once a season
through the dead zone
of the dark rider.

She from sky and sea,
reclaims her throne
in possession of his
vapor.

For a season,
she , his transport
and bridle
will ride on crystalized
moonlight,
he,
riven in her jaded
gate.

a familiar and lovely poem
I read it more than twice <grin

what does 'riven' mean?