Sensual metaphors

[My Erotic Trail]

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

sank into thought
mine mind's eye
saw the past
thinking about forever
living out the day
awaiting to be...

carried away!

 

[bluerains]

Net

She was an immortal exception.

Restless as rattlings
on a snakes tail, she was.

Spine swiped by a fluttering flyer,
she spawned a butterfly tide of yearning.

She lay naked waiting
for the wind to change
while it rained on the horned
artist
who dared paint her picture.

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

She was an immortal exception.

Restless as rattlings
on a snakes tail, she was.

Spine swiped by a fluttering flyer,
she spawned a butterfly tide of yearning.

She lay naked waiting
for the wind to change
while it rained on the horned
artist
who dared paint her picture.

umbrellas on trees
where a river weaves (~_~)

(ooops... lou anne and I share this computer and I didn't look to log in <grin,,, it's me... met!)

 

[bluerains]

umbrellas on trees
where a river weaves (~_~)

(ooops... lou anne and I share this computer and I didn't look to log in <grin,,, it's me... met!)

I know how you feel ..I have been quietpoet by mistake a few times...but, he bought himself a new mac and now I have the imac...yeah...ty...for the umbrella tree...

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

I know how you feel ..I have been quietpoet by mistake a few times...but, he bought himself a new mac and now I have the imac...yeah...ty...for the umbrella tree...

He forgets to log out!

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

I know how you feel ..I have been quietpoet by mistake a few times...but, he bought himself a new mac and now I have the imac...yeah...ty...for the umbrella tree...

congratulations on your green 'E'

 

[bluerains]

Thank Lou

congratulations on your green 'E'

I don't know much about your work yet,,but if met loves ya...its all good...

 

[bluerains]

Fiesta

Lounge me in sunspace
with citrus scented hair
and orange blossom lips
to touch you everywhere.

Replenish my tequila
and run runners too
by midnight I be ripe
in cluster shots for two.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Lounge me in sunspace
with citrus scented hair
and orange blossom lips
to touch you everywhere.

Replenish my tequila
and run runners too
by midnight I be ripe
in cluster shots for two.

book me a reservation <grin

 

[FifthFlower]

How She Wears Her Skirt

My skirt sits, narrow, low on soothing hips,
And under it the cloth is mostly sheer.
Just watch. You'll get the tease from my soft lips,
And you may dream, since dreaming brings them near.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

sun burned beach
and restless surf
reaching inward
rolling away
another day
me and 'captain morgan'
on castaway bay

 

[vampiredust]

My skirt sits, narrow, low on soothing hips,
And under it the cloth is mostly sheer.
Just watch. You'll get the tease from my soft lips,
And you may dream, since dreaming brings them near.

I love your meter, this sings to me, FF

Beautiful stuff

 

[bluerains]

thoughts

My skirt sits, narrow, low on soothing hips,
And under it the cloth is mostly sheer.
Just watch. You'll get the tease from my soft lips,
And you may dream, since dreaming brings them near.

of Hips don't lie shake my morning on this dancing pen..ty...blue

 

[bluerains]

Tuner

Somewhere between
tides and tunes,
buoyantly drifting,
senses bathe today away.
Then the rain returns,
tomorrow's torrential downpour
consuming my mind;
vanilla vibes
assimilated.

 

[bluerains]

Major Tom

Somewhere between
tides and tunes,
buoyantly drifting,
their senses bathe today away.
Then the wind returns, and
tears become
tomorrow's torrential downpour
consuming sunrise;
as vanilla vibes
assimilated.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

He told me once
He’d be like a breath in the windstorm
of my life.
I know now, what he meant.
In his brilliance ,
ever chasing his brightness,
trying to fly over his light
instead of walking inside it
so I would not see him.
Now,
Somewhere between
tides and tunes,
buoyantly drifting,
my senses bathe today away.
Then the wind returns, and
tears become
tomorrow's torrential downpour
consuming sunrise;
my vanilla vibes
assimilated.

I liked the post before this one and then this addition sealed it nicely (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

I liked the post before this one and then this addition sealed it nicely (~_~)

this is only the begin

 

[bluerains]

Major Tom

She couldn’t assure him in
subliminal advertising
designed to evoke emotive
heart pulse,
that her voltage veins
were undiluted.
Sometimes caution
pauses in silent swells
and quivers in vibes.

He told her once
he’d be like a breath in the windstorm
of her life.
She knew now, what it meant.
His brilliance,
ever chasing brightness,
trying to fly over his light
instead of walking inside it
so she would stir him.
Now,
Somewhere between
tides and tunes,
buoyantly drifting,
their senses bathe today away.
Then the wind returns, and
tears become
tomorrow's torrential downpour,
consuming sunrise
as vanilla vibes
assimilate.

 

[bluerains]

stasis

walking on eggshells
cracking nutshells
balancing the weight

 

[FifthFlower]

Lips

She entertains him with her words and thighs.
Her voice can giggle high, and when her lips
Move, their soft flesh would tease his searching eyes.
She loves it, when confused, his dark voice trips,
Which proves how hard it is, although he tries,
To watch her face, yet catch how her skirt slips.
Those pretty lips above, and those below,
Have got him, and that's all she cares to know.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

walking on eggshells
cracking nutshells
balancing the weight

pitted by hands
not age
an artist shows
the holes
in a person's soul

in time tempered
she will dance
to remember

 

[FifthFlower]

Unconsenting Partners

Dark nights spent away from home:
Two adults consenting.
Black thoughts raging while they roam:
Two adults resenting.
Trying on somebody new--
Hatred never ending.
"Don't do what you want to do!"
What could break is bending.

 

[unapologetic]

in time tempered
she will dance
to remember

Whoa... I know this stanza is going to get stuck in my head, but in a good way. Thanks for sharing.

 

[bluerains]

Whoa... I know this stanza is going to get stuck in my head, but in a good way. Thanks for sharing.

He was hard as steel
dancing on bladed edge
points of light taken

 

[bluerains]

Rubicon

Leaving the last idea
in the eyes of your examination room,
knowing the outcome may be tramatic,
you put on your headphones
to assure the mind was not listening.