Sensual metaphors

[bluerains]

Hi,
just looking for some feedback on this one!!

Embrace me, love,
Feel my warmth melt into yours.
All our passion and love
Burning deep into our souls.

I feel you gaze into my eyes
As your hands are touching me softly.
I see forever in your eyes,
As we join to become one.

Your burning love sears me deep inside,
The heat almost too much to bear.
I reciprocate the warmth you give,
A moment like this is why we live.

Our epiphany moment is drawing near,
I whisper your name softly in your ear.
The burning heat gains intensity,
our bodies meld together in unity.

We are in unison as we feel explosions
Emanating from within,
We lie together, spent, in each other’s arms,
To be bonded like this for eternity.

ty for posting...my type of read...one thing I would work on is the next to last verse..
something like
Our epiphany moment is drawing near
names whispered, hearts hear

your work reminds me of some of mine ..like this one...ty for sharing...blue


blending
by bluerains ©

your mouth dances,
freathersoft upon sleeping skin.
passion awakens senses
in lightest kisses,
as your
mouth caresses moistened breasts.
anticipation of more, body moves
and merges in blending energy .
essence flows in paroxsysms
of shared bliss.
deep resting,
moments after satiation,
your life force pumps
through my veins,
mine through yours
two hearts pulse,
dancing in perfect symmetry.

 

[bluerains]

weed wandering like an outlander in multiplex,
molded from a template of luxor,
tender feet become feathered raiment when
glossamer minds uncloak

 

[My Erotic Trail]

weed wandering like an outlander in multiplex,
molded from a template of luxor,
tender feet become feathered raiment when
glossamer minds uncloak

I wonder how the Japanese are swallowing America's dealing with such a moronic religion as those in the desert region of iran and iraq, when we send so many of our own to to fall for their right when all we did back then in the land of the rising sun was lay to rubble the land of buddha. Alas we say good night Saddam...

(hey blue, just trying to kick start my brain cells this morning <grin nothing more (~_~) have a great day...)

 

[bluerains]

I wonder how the Japanese are swallowing America's dealing with such a moronic religion as those in the desert region of iran and iraq, when we send so many of our own to to fall for their right when all we did back then in the land of the rising sun was lay to rubble the land of buddha. Alas we say good night Saddam...

(hey blue, just trying to kick start my brain cells this morning <grin nothing more (~_~) have a great day...)

for your muse


(Ray Davies)

Now I don't mind if fifty thousand yobos pick[? beat?] me up outside a
Football ground on a Saturday afternoon. I'll still come out fighting.
D'you know why? You've seen me on television. I'm the lowest common
Denominator. And this is all about your[yob?] culture. So welcome to jolly
Ol' England! I'm the stand up comic.

Jack the Lad has become Oscar Wilde
And the followers of style say it's the latest thing
And William Shakespeare is the schmooze of the week
And anyone who says different is a fuckin' antique
And Noel Coward has become very hard[?]
And the comic says "bollocks" and everybody laughs
And that's that

Style, I mean
Never was much, never has been
But the little bit that was was all that we had
And the clown does a belch and we all belch back
And that's that

Jack the Lad has become Fancy Dan
And creating agro[?] culture with a rub-on tan
And all the tearaways[?] have got savior faire
And the working class hero's got a tinted hair[?]
And a well-spoken hero from a yesteryear
Walks out onto a stage and they all shout "queer!"
And that's that

Manners, I mean
Never was much, never has been
But the little bit that was was all that we had
And now the clown does a fart and we all fart back
And that's that

Stand up, stand up
Can you hear me at the back?
All you wide [white?] boys standing in a row
And the comic shouts
And we all shout back
And the mob says "follow" so we go

Stand up, stand up
Can you hear me at the back?
All you wide [white?] boys standing in a row
And the comic shouts
And we all shout back
And the mob says "follow" so we go
And that's that

What do you think of it so far?
I knew you'd say that
You've been watching too much television
Together now!

Jack the Lad has become Oscar Wilde
And the followers of style say it's the latest thing
And William Shakespeare is the schmooze of the week
And anyone who says different is an antique
And Noel Coward has become very odd[?]
And the comic says "bollocks" and everybody laughs
And that's that

Style, I mean
Never was much, never has been
But the little bit that was was all that we had
And the clown does a belch and we all belch back
And that's that

All together now!
Stand up, stand up
Can you hear me at the back?
All you wide [white?] boys standing in a row
And the comic shouts
And we all shout back
And the mob says "follow" so we go

Stand up, stand up
Can you hear me at the back?
All you wide [white?] boys standing in a row
And the comic shouts
And we all shout back
And the mob says "follow" so we go
And that's that

Well, I'm going down the pub now. You're welcome to join me if you
Like but I know you won't. You've all been watching too much
Television. Well I'll be in the public bar, minding my own business.

 

[bluerains]

It started when she left him,
the rain,
and even now after finding
her sun in another,
clouds form
off on the horizon
where she stands
blindsighted
by appearances
of why
he didn’t walk
on water,
and her voice will
cry for another sunny
day as her tears
mingle in murmers
of
“its raining again
my love”.. .

 

[My Erotic Trail]

It started when she left him,
the rain,
and even now after finding
her sun in another,
clouds form
off on the horizon
where she stands
blindsighted
by appearances
of why
he didn’t walk
on water,
and her voice will
cry for another sunny
day as her tears
mingle in murmers
of
“its raining again
my love”.. .

wow, this I like
I recieved a scanner for x-mas
so I hope to finally put some of my art with some of my poetry <grin

 

[RhymeFairy]

Quiet moments in life.

Pin drop can be heard,
as time stands still. Motion
of the wind carries my soul
over the mountains, through
green willowing woods
to the meadows of play.
When all is at peace
and time, stands still.


..

 

[My Erotic Trail]

there will be days
without the blue

 

[RhymeFairy]

ahhhh, but she is so good

and true. with emotions
on shirt cuff
whipping in the wind.
shining the way
to be you, from within

true blue

 

[vampiredust]

The human body is a spacesuit
without its passenger: airless,

in need of life. Feed it, caress
it, watch its baggy arms

inflate, feeling its weight
increasing. Then journey

to the furthest places
and see only light in your visor.

 

[bluerains]

Ty Christian

you poem reminded me of one I read in my files so I found it for you....am not having a good month with writing ...bipolar moments...ugh..take care///blue

WHERE FROM?

(From Twilight Clear)



How did I come by my laughter and brawn?
How have I come by my nerve?
How have I come by the thrills of my heart
That give me the wild ache to serve?

How do I come by the flash of my thought?
How do I come by my love?
How do I come by the chord of my joy
When angel wings beat close above?

Where did I learn how to sidestep the wrong?
Where have I learned how to fight?
Where did I learn how to open the door
That lets in bright cohorts of Light?

Where did I learn why the oceans of stars
Rest like old waves on my head?
Where have I learned that living is Life
And Death is a jest to the dead?

Why need I doubt I have been here before?
Why need I contrast despair?
Why should I say with a curl to my lip
That Time has no more Iives to spare?

One life on earth? The thought is absurd;
The High Gods are lost in their age.
I write with the minions of Light up the years,
For I am mine own cosmic page!

 

[bluerains]

you have been

true blue 2...ty friendlyfairy


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[Unbridled_Passion]

The human body is a spacesuit
without its passenger: airless,

in need of life. Feed it, caress
it, watch its baggy arms

inflate, feeling its weight
increasing. Then journey

to the furthest places
and see only light in your visor.

this is interesting.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

you poem reminded me of one I read in my files so I found it for you....am not having a good month with writing ...bipolar moments...ugh..take care///blue

WHERE FROM?

(From Twilight Clear)



How did I come by my laughter and brawn?
How have I come by my nerve?
How have I come by the thrills of my heart
That give me the wild ache to serve?

How do I come by the flash of my thought?
How do I come by my love?
How do I come by the chord of my joy
When angel wings beat close above?

Where did I learn how to sidestep the wrong?
Where have I learned how to fight?
Where did I learn how to open the door
That lets in bright cohorts of Light?

Where did I learn why the oceans of stars
Rest like old waves on my head?
Where have I learned that living is Life
And Death is a jest to the dead?

Why need I doubt I have been here before?
Why need I contrast despair?
Why should I say with a curl to my lip
That Time has no more Iives to spare?

One life on earth? The thought is absurd;
The High Gods are lost in their age.
I write with the minions of Light up the years,
For I am mine own cosmic page!

I have missed the blues (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

A poem for RF

One from my fairy archive....

A Fairy Song
by Percy French

Stay, silver ray,
Till the airy way we wing
To the shade of the glade
Where the fairies dance and sing:
The mortals are asleep –
They can never understand
That night brings delight,
It is day in Fairyland

Float, golden note,
From the lute strings all in tune,
Climb, quiv’ring chime,
Up the moonbeams to the moon.
There is music on the river,
There is music on the strand,
Night brings delight,
It is day in Fairyland.

Sing while we swing
From the bluebell’s lofty crest.
Hey! Come and play,
Sleepy songbirds in your nest;
The glow-worm lamps are lit,
Come and join our Elfin band,
Night brings delight,
It is day in Fairyland.’

Roam thro’ the home
Where the little children sleep,
Light in our flight
Where the curly ringlets peep.
Some shining eyes may see us,
But the babies understand,
Night brings delight,
It is day in Fairyland.

 

[bluerains]

Caroline Herring

RINGSIDE RODEO

She wears her cross like a tattoo
She needs identity just like you
Life has treated her just as hard
Playing house in her own backyard
Now don’t be looking for one to fall
You know she fell a long time ago
Watch her riding, rising high
In the ringside rodeo

Daisy-chain chandelier
Like a rosary
And wildwood wallpaper sloping down on me
Dreams of patent leather on a Saturday night
Wake up on Sunday with the birds at daylight
Who knows the voices in her head
A little bread and wine could raise her from the dead

She wears her cross like a tattoo
She needs identity just like you
Life has treated her just as hard
Playing house in her own backyard
Now don’t be looking for one to fall
You know she fell a long time ago
Watch her riding, rising high
In the ringside rodeo

Exit arch-framed doors
Into a big ol’ world
Ain’t she a woman
Is she a little girl
Pillows frame the beams of a big brass bead
Pink felt heart on a blue ribbon
Hanging over her head
Fools deny that angels take us home
But you and me we got places to roam

She wears her cross like a tattoo
She needs identity just like you
Life has treated her just as hard
Playing house in her own backyard
Now don’t be looking for one to fall
You know she fell a long time ago
Watch her riding, rising high
In the ringside rodeo

 

[RhymeFairy]

One from my fairy archive....

A Fairy Song
by Percy French

Stay, silver ray,
Till the airy way we wing
To the shade of the glade
Where the fairies dance and sing:
The mortals are asleep –
They can never understand
That night brings delight,
It is day in Fairyland

Float, golden note,
From the lute strings all in tune,
Climb, quiv’ring chime,
Up the moonbeams to the moon.
There is music on the river,
There is music on the strand,
Night brings delight,
It is day in Fairyland.

Sing while we swing
From the bluebell’s lofty crest.
Hey! Come and play,
Sleepy songbirds in your nest;
The glow-worm lamps are lit,
Come and join our Elfin band,
Night brings delight,
It is day in Fairyland.’

Roam thro’ the home
Where the little children sleep,
Light in our flight
Where the curly ringlets peep.
Some shining eyes may see us,
But the babies understand,
Night brings delight,
It is day in Fairyland.

... Thank you my dear sweet friend ~~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

RINGSIDE RODEO

She wears her cross like a tattoo
She needs identity just like you
Life has treated her just as hard
Playing house in her own backyard
Now don’t be looking for one to fall
You know she fell a long time ago
Watch her riding, rising high
In the ringside rodeo

Daisy-chain chandelier
Like a rosary
And wildwood wallpaper sloping down on me
Dreams of patent leather on a Saturday night
Wake up on Sunday with the birds at daylight
Who knows the voices in her head
A little bread and wine could raise her from the dead

She wears her cross like a tattoo
She needs identity just like you
Life has treated her just as hard
Playing house in her own backyard
Now don’t be looking for one to fall
You know she fell a long time ago
Watch her riding, rising high
In the ringside rodeo

Exit arch-framed doors
Into a big ol’ world
Ain’t she a woman
Is she a little girl
Pillows frame the beams of a big brass bead
Pink felt heart on a blue ribbon
Hanging over her head
Fools deny that angels take us home
But you and me we got places to roam

She wears her cross like a tattoo
She needs identity just like you
Life has treated her just as hard
Playing house in her own backyard
Now don’t be looking for one to fall
You know she fell a long time ago
Watch her riding, rising high
In the ringside rodeo

I like this...
and congratulations...


Euphimistic Rain
by bluedolphin ©

Her metaphoric muse
finds words sky clad
from wicked embers
and heavens hue.

She tongue grinds words
like cock to cunt
stolen from soiled smithy,
leaving her perfectly clean
pages of moist imagination,
creaseless.
Sir Night
by bluedolphin


An invitation from between
his nocturnal sheets, beacons
her into his rhythmic haven
dissolving hours of mundane...

Passively she watches as
he unlaces her Stevie Nicks gypsy
boots,
unbuttons her bedraggled bodice,
and emancipates her bound mane,
once defiled by plebeian dust,
and wraps scented palms
around luscious soft angles
of her of abundant lust.

As her servant he indulges
her drained body,
swathing its musky odor
with a butterfly tongue,
liberating her from loveless grime
beyond requisite portals
of images sublime,
and riding him high,
she's a gypsy queen one more time.


bows humble (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

a quick wip for the evening

Evolved from fifty shades
of black and white,
ignominy of an age shattered.
Rubied minutes torn into as
both shed her blue jeans,
shy slits bared.
One wore an evil grin
the other one shared...
Blood left its smudge in darkness
wrapped within white shrouds.
Three hearts cinders of transgression.

 

[bluerains]

Given

Juncture culminates,
sacrifice sires warmth,
emotions refined
by crowning each other
with a star fulfilled.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Juncture culminates,
sacrifice sires warmth,
emotions refined
by crowning each other
with a star fulfilled.

I always enjoy your blue... illustrated poetry

 

[My Erotic Trail]

so many days of clouds and gloom...
awaiting the brilliant... blue <blue (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

a fond ta ta to this thread...lack of

 

[My Erotic Trail]

An aimless breeze casts blossoms to sail,
afloat in the river they'll pass away
and for those still flowering,
darkness is illuminated by the blue
when the sun begins to shine.

 

[bluerains]

Drifting

An aimless breeze casts blossoms to sail,
afloat in the river they'll pass away
and for those still flowering,
darkness is illuminated by the blue
when the sun begins to shine.

He murmered words
like “forever and a day”.
I was carried away
till sunset sailed
upon poles apart
and state of mind sank.