Sensual metaphors

[bluerains]

1 entry found for riven.

rive P Pronunciation Key (rv)
v. rived, riv·en, (rvn) also rived riv·ing, rives
v. tr.
To rend or tear apart.
To break into pieces, as by a blow; cleave or split asunder.
To break or distress (the spirit, for example).

crystalized moonlight

http://www.cedarseed.com/air/jade.html
jaded gate is female sex organ...

what meaning do you have now....

 

[RhymeFairy]

1 entry found for riven.

rive P Pronunciation Key (rv)
v. rived, riv·en, (rvn) also rived riv·ing, rives
v. tr.
To rend or tear apart.
To break into pieces, as by a blow; cleave or split asunder.
To break or distress (the spirit, for example).

crystalized moonlight


http://www.cedarseed.com/air/jade.html
jaded gate is female sex organ...

what meaning do you have now....

I love that image. The imagery that comes to mind when saying
the word crystalized moonlight. It kinda flows off the tongue
all satiny like. Very sexy feeling and the thoughts that come ....



tentacled branches with mossy
hair. black covers of night
slowly ebb in ... out. showing
the shadowed face of a deep
darkness. forest eyes faltering
as they covertly watch


Grr .. Gotta go to work.
Will finish this ~ Promise !!!
Love how this is falling out ~
Just me ~

 

[bluerains]

Burning Briefs

I like to loiter
round the rim
of your boxers,
caresses drifting
in folds of peacock
blue.
Your poetry,
in my fingertips,
gingerly pressing,
against my palm,
seams lost
in translation.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I love that image. The imagery that comes to mind when saying
the word crystalized moonlight. It kinda flows off the tongue
all satiny like. Very sexy feeling and the thoughts that come ....



tentacled branches with mossy
hair. black covers of night
slowly ebb in ... out. showing
the shadowed face of a deep
darkness. forest eyes faltering
as they covertly watch


Grr .. Gotta go to work.
Will finish this ~ Promise !!!
Love how this is falling out ~
Just me ~

me too, blue

I like ... crystalized moonlight

 

[poeticidolhost]

me too, blue

I like ... crystalized moonlight

me too..I saw it in an article awhile ago ...and looked it up...

 

[bluerains]

you subdued
innocence and became
her window dressing
silver tongue conformed
the rhythm of her music
as she died in you

 

[My Erotic Trail]

you subdued
innocence and became
her window dressing
silver tongue conformed
the rhythm of her music
as she died in you

you do find the most wondeful imagery blue
very nice pic, inspirational!

 

[RhymeFairy]

I like to loiter
round the rim
of your boxers,
caresses drifting
in folds of peacock
blue.
Your poetry,
in my fingertips,
gingerly pressing,
against my palm,
seams lost
in translation.

You had a different pic yesterday. I loved it ~!!
Very sexy and sensual I came back here today to bounce
that pic
The imagery went well with the poem.
Oh ... your poem is HOT!!
Now I hav'ta find another sexy man in boxers
... off to look ~

 

[bluerains]

dear sweet rhyme fairy..I suggest

we tangle up in these boxers...

and

Assemblage


Settling slowly,
precariously
tripping
between jagged edges
of hard razor rain
pulsing on pearl
spun threads
and cloud nine,
we smother
in his triumph,
vacillating,
prolonging
his
animal limits,
reaching our limits
as crowning queens,
trifling.

 

[bluerains]

thanks can not reflect my words ...for your support..

you do find the most wondeful imagery blue
very nice pic, inspirational!

you are an inspiration in many ways...

am still working on this carry on senryu...

you subdued
innocence and became
her window dressing

silver tongue conformed
the rhythm of her music
as she died in you

crowned bones she shall keep
after your destruction ends
and she is reborn

her tears will reign
upon graves of your slaughtered
endearing your dead

temporal memory
a digital harbinger
remains unworldly

 

[cherries_on_snow]

sand-salted feet
beads of coconut-
scented heat pressing
down sunglasses,
smeared on my legs
the wet braid of hair
ocean-dipped lethargy
and breeze plays
on the radio, but I
close my eyes
and think about how
to watch the sky.

Gorgeous!!! (the avatar too!) almost made me reach for a piña colada on this rainy northern day.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Extended Metaphor

(this is actually a song in my musical called "talkers")

ONE TRAIN

There is only one train that I know of on this track
going where I'm bound; are you bound?
When I put my toe on the metal, I can feel the hum of the engine.
I can help you with your bags, if you want me to.
Oooooh, I'm sensing some friction, some momentum too.
It's a climate I could live in. How's it sit with you?

There is only one train that it shows here on my map
but I bought it used. You could well accuse me
of bending to venue. Hey, let's make a deal:
you can eat the banana, I will ride the peel.
Weel, the air tastes like morning, and like midnight, too.
Heard they feed you milk and honey, but I hope it's honeydew.

There is only one world that I know but I go by land.
I can only guess at what it is to be a man;
here the woman I am is in your reach.
To each his own, only you can change your shoes.
Oooh, the sky is like velvet, full and soft as night.
You could wear it like a blanket; one day we might.

There is only one train that I know but I don't know much,
so I show my hand as a prerequisite to touch.
You don't have to count my fingers to know it's true:
so you know, my eye's the only thing I had on you.
Whew, your breath is an homage to the god of war.
Mister, tell me have you seen the sun set down this way before?

There is only one train that I heard of on this track
going where I'm bound. Are you bound?
When I put my tongue to the rail, I can taste the coming of the engine.
I'm about to board this train; are you coming too?
Ooooh the ground is electric; don't need grease to slide.
If we don't go together, do enjoy your ride.

 

[flyguy69]

(this is actually a song in my musical called "talkers")

ONE TRAIN

There is only one train that I know of on this track
going where I'm bound; are you bound?
When I put my toe on the metal, I can feel the hum of the engine.
I can help you with your bags, if you want me to.
Oooooh, I'm sensing some friction, some momentum too.
It's a climate I could live in. How's it sit with you?

There is only one train that it shows here on my map
but I bought it used. You could well accuse me
of bending to venue. Hey, let's make a deal:
you can eat the banana, I will ride the peel.
Weel, the air tastes like morning, and like midnight, too.
Heard they feed you milk and honey, but I hope it's honeydew.

There is only one world that I know but I go by land.
I can only guess at what it is to be a man;
here the woman I am is in your reach.
To each his own, only you can change your shoes.
Oooh, the sky is like velvet, full and soft as night.
You could wear it like a blanket; one day we might.

There is only one train that I know but I don't know much,
so I show my hand as a prerequisite to touch.
You don't have to count my fingers to know it's true:
so you know, my eye's the only thing I had on you.
Whew, your breath is an homage to the god of war.
Mister, tell me have you seen the sun set down this way before?

There is only one train that I heard of on this track
going where I'm bound. Are you bound?
When I put my tongue to the rail, I can taste the coming of the engine.
I'm about to board this train; are you coming too?
Ooooh the ground is electric; don't need grease to slide.
If we don't go together, do enjoy your ride.

I feel like I just got my ticket punched.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

(this is actually a song in my musical called "talkers")

ONE TRAIN

There is only one train that I know of on this track
going where I'm bound; are you bound?
When I put my toe on the metal, I can feel the hum of the engine.
I can help you with your bags, if you want me to.
Oooooh, I'm sensing some friction, some momentum too.
It's a climate I could live in. How's it sit with you?

There is only one train that it shows here on my map
but I bought it used. You could well accuse me
of bending to venue. Hey, let's make a deal:
you can eat the banana, I will ride the peel.
Weel, the air tastes like morning, and like midnight, too.
Heard they feed you milk and honey, but I hope it's honeydew.

There is only one world that I know but I go by land.
I can only guess at what it is to be a man;
here the woman I am is in your reach.
To each his own, only you can change your shoes.
Oooh, the sky is like velvet, full and soft as night.
You could wear it like a blanket; one day we might.

There is only one train that I know but I don't know much,
so I show my hand as a prerequisite to touch.
You don't have to count my fingers to know it's true:
so you know, my eye's the only thing I had on you.
Whew, your breath is an homage to the god of war.
Mister, tell me have you seen the sun set down this way before?

There is only one train that I heard of on this track
going where I'm bound. Are you bound?
When I put my tongue to the rail, I can taste the coming of the engine.
I'm about to board this train; are you coming too?
Ooooh the ground is electric; don't need grease to slide.
If we don't go together, do enjoy your ride.

wow, that is awesome. Excellent. Welcome to lit.

 

[quasar]

we tangle up in these boxers...

and

Assemblage


Settling slowly,
precariously
tripping
between jagged edges
of hard razor rain
pulsing on pearl
spun threads
and cloud nine,
we smother
in his triumph,
vacillating,
prolonging
his
animal limits,
reaching our limits
as crowning queens,
trifling.

Rocks cut
like a knife
sitting on cloudless days
watching the rain
from within
the confines of my mind
brewing storms
to nibble at life
and write a tone
only to laugh
at my play

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Rocks cut
like a knife
sitting on cloudless days
watching the rain
from within
the confines of my mind
brewing storms
to nibble at life
and write a tone
only to laugh
at my play

ehy I was really inspired with the poem
I found breakfast in my zen~

I write...
I found pantys in her zen <grin

 

[My Erotic Trail]

it has been really grey with out blue

 

[sugarmountain]

too long apart, she no longer looks
forward or up, only down, alert
to sidewalk cracks and black cats
unaware of the cloud she wears

above her head, upon which I rained
fragrant cherry blossom kisses,
breathed warm dreams into her ear,
ran cotton soft caresses across tired eyelids

she shies from good and bad alike
unable to discern hidden motives
from sincere concern, suspicion
breeds ominous shadows, blocks

memories when 2 souls glowed
thawing cold hearts, bringing heat
to passion starved flesh, feeding
and sated by each other's love

 

[sandspike]

bar-bQ

embers are graying
water heating up
buns being toasted
memorial meat
pinks on the beach

 

[bluerains]

embers are graying
water heating up
buns being toasted
memorial meat
pinks on the beach

So glad to see you hanging ten in SM...have had a hard time being inspired this past week...too much on my plate...and you must have known I needed a jump start..ty sand...hope you have a great holiday weekend..burning up the beach...

deepest shadowed sand
reflections of blue heaven
lathering creamy surf

pink lace temptation
bikini hips parting waves
his blue paradise

 

[bluerains]

a few very

alluring images here..ty...for the flow...

too long apart, she no longer looks
forward or up, only down, alert
to sidewalk cracks and black cats
unaware of the cloud she wears

above her head, upon which I rained
fragrant cherry blossom kisses,
breathed warm dreams into her ear,
ran cotton soft caresses across tired eyelids

she shies from good and bad alike
unable to discern hidden motives
from sincere concern, suspicion
breeds ominous shadows, blocks

memories when 2 souls glowed
thawing cold hearts, bringing heat
to passion starved flesh, feeding
and sated by each other's love

 

[bluerains]

have been

it has been really grey with out blue

feeling a few gray around the edges...ugh..***** sometimes is not a beach...blah blah blah...ty...big smile...

 

[bluerains]

nice images..

Rocks cut
like a knife
sitting on cloudless days
watching the rain
from within
the confines of my mind
brewing storms
to nibble at life
and write a tone
only to laugh
at my play

sun is out
clouds have all departed
everyone can play...

 

[bluerains]

my train is bound

wow, that is awesome. Excellent. Welcome to lit.

to the beach ...catching fish
watching dolphins
drinking Stella in a cozy...

 

[sandspike]

no beach this week

So glad to see you hanging ten in SM...have had a hard time being inspired this past week...too much on my plate...and you must have known I needed a jump start..ty sand...hope you have a great holiday weekend..burning up the beach...

deepest shadowed sand
reflections of blue heaven
lathering creamy surf

pink lace temptation
bikini hips parting waves
his blue paradise

No beach this week. Holidays are for the meek. The "pink lace temptation"
is for home celebration. The blue paradise w/ creamy surf will
have to wait. have a good one, sand