Sensual metaphors

[ruminator]

Solitude in loneliness
or loneliness by neglect
Finding our own
erogonous zones first

Tracing paths across skin
following thoughts
wandering toward soft spots

She stops my hand,
fingers twitching,
Alone again, I was
whenever I was with her.

 

[bluerains]

alone knows
we are not alone...
appearance needs its audience...

Solitude in loneliness
or loneliness by neglect
Finding our own
erogonous zones first

Tracing paths across skin
following thoughts
wandering toward soft spots

She stops my hand,
fingers twitching,
Alone again, I was
whenever I was with her.

 

[ruminator]

alone knows
we are not alone...
appearance needs its audience...

reach into the full moon glimmer
find dreams I left nights ago
still waiting to be opened
lost behind shadow of eclipse

dreams are safer, left there
protected from inspection
dreams not found, grow quiet
cold, the night side of the moon.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

alone knows
we are not alone...
appearance needs its audience...

ummmmmm.... <grin

does the mockingbird sing
for its own amusement
or find enjoyment
out of mimicking others?

 

[bluerains]

ummmmmm.... <grin

does the mockingbird sing
for its own amusement
or find enjoyment
out of mimicking others?

˜
deigned dissolved of polished
episodes
we lavish in today’s
sequel

another mocking bird
takes a bow...

 

[bluerains]

Tongue Tied

lift me with your pale moon mouth
drop me down bare back
in soft meadow folds
tall grass blind
release reactive
circle bound
sensations of
charged meridians
roused by savage
command of elemental
hot spots
caught in emerging gasps
crying for deliverance
from probe
and swell
tangled with
tinderbox
buildup against my throat
infinity risen
wellspring ruptured

 

[bluerains]

Moon Sprite

Compressed in labyrinth
channeled
layers of rain,
longevity looms,
contoured sheen
leftover ribbons
of hovering crescents,
waxing and waning
senescence.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Compressed in labyrinth
channeled
layers of rain,
longevity looms,
contoured sheen
leftover ribbons
of hovering crescents,
waxing and waning
senescence.

thunderous thought
from a clouded mind
casting enlightenment
and doom wrapped together
in a moment of beauty

 

[RhymeFairy]

reach into the full moon glimmer
find dreams I left nights ago
still waiting to be opened
lost behind shadow of eclipse

dreams are safer, left there
protected from inspection
dreams not found, grow quiet
cold, the night side of the moon.

love this.

Needs a bit of editing but all in alll very sensual write that sticks ~!!!

 

[bluerains]

Wip

We wanted to be friends first
but, something that is fixed
needs no heart to mend
kindness really seeks
its mirror to see its perfection
love reflects itself to hunger
to feed its need to feed
thus we are deafened to our
polarized equal...
bound in fullness of time
two hearts refined

 

[Du Lac]

love is a shrine
shadow cast
from formless fever
a duel death
fracturing orgasmic pinions
fortified by lightning
magnified

blue love this work! I was drawn to this Blake artwork years ago and wrote a poem for it... just can't remember where it is lol.. your doing some great writing girl. Love the blog.
blessings
du lac

 

[ruminator]

love this.

Needs a bit of editing but all in alll very sensual write that sticks ~!!!

ya...spelling correctly might have been a decent start.

me-------------->d'oh--------------->


when I read work like this one...

...

We wanted to be friends first
but, something that is fixed
needs no heart to mend
kindness really seeks
its mirror to see its perfection
love reflects itself to hunger
to feed its need to feed
thus we are deafened to our
polarized equal...
bound in fullness of time
two hearts refined

I just put my cursor away and continue reading.

 

[bluerains]

Rumi

Thanks so much...for the comment...you have a pleasing pen voice that poeticlly charges the body with youthful bliss..although I still think this poem has a lot of work
still...the meaning is just not there clearly enough...any thoughts would be great
take care...blue

ya...spelling correctly might have been a decent start.

me-------------->d'oh--------------->


when I read work like this one...

...

I just put my cursor away and continue reading.

 

[bluerains]

Solitude in loneliness
or loneliness by neglect
Finding our own
erogonous zones first

Tracing paths across skin
following thoughts
wandering toward soft spots

She stops my hand,
fingers twitching,
Alone again, I was
whenever I was with her.

Sometimes our sensual mind can be better than the real
thing...or let me correct that ...MOST Times...

 

[bluerains]

Hey Du

blue love this work! I was drawn to this Blake artwork years ago and wrote a poem for it... just can't remember where it is lol.. your doing some great writing girl. Love the blog.
blessings
du lac

Wonderful to see you back again..hope all is well in your blissfilled world...
thanks for the warm thoughts and am glad you liked my blog ...I have been trying
to get it up for sometime now...lets chat soon...blue

 

[bluerains]

Hollow Ground

You shattered, scattered
pieces of her unbound love to
inseminate the jaded stones
growing in garden of your heart.

So she became fruit for your fear,
to make wine for your sorrow,
while you drank from bruised breasts
of her loneliness.

In time you grew new roots,
rock hollow,
as her plowman began
to till
your soiled death,
exhuming residue
on bedrock where she slept
unassimilated.

Shapeshifting rudiments
for the potter's Wheel,
her orbit is refined
by the diamond
that fell into your rough,
unclenched from your hand.

 

[ruminator]

Love found in darkness
denial well disguised
eyes adjusting slowly
uncertain in the light

we move toward
a tale to share
new bedtime stories
written as we learn

you know the words
whispered as I assume
places in a book
spread across your breast

 

[vanslyker]

Huh?

A little bit deeper than my river,
<grin>

softer than a leg run up my thigh

finer than socks on a chicken

busyier than a beaver in a flood

hotter than my forehead of my ex-wife
Longer than a Dan Folgeberg song (lol)
rustier than my 10 speed hung up in the garage
sweeter than your picture with a dish of maple syrup
tighter than two horny ants on a ant hill

 

[bluerains]

Love found in darkness
denial well disguised
eyes adjusting slowly
uncertain in the light

we move toward
a tale to share
new bedtime stories
written as we learn

you know the words
whispered as I assume
places in a book
spread across your breast

character actor eh...promises promises...

 

[bluerains]

dangling on a tightrope
tripwire ready
rigidity penetrates
a guarded junction

 

[RhymeFairy]

Love found in darkness
denial well disguised
eyes adjusting slowly
uncertain in the light

we move toward
a tale to share
new bedtime stories
written as we learn

you know the words
whispered as I assume
places in a book
spread across your breast

Beautiful ....

Where the heck have ypu been hiding. Now I remember why I loved you so much, lol. Keep those pens coming. Sweet talker, tightrope walker, you.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

dangling on a tightrope
tripwire ready
rigidity penetrates
a guarded junction

Holding Hand-Grenades without pins
on a cushion of nails
awaiting to toss
my thoughts <grin

 

[bluerains]

Holding Hand-Grenades without pins
on a cushion of nails
awaiting to toss
my thoughts <grin

there’s no addiction in this taboo
no black nor blue
just me
being you
spreading voodoo thighs
in the residue

 

[bluerains]

Tongue Tied II

dreams lie
in silver circles
sung from a willow moon

outside vanilla breathing
clings to contours
and patterns augury

chance greets another dance

oscillation trips the crickets call
as tall grass bows to the wind

twilight hums with fullfillment..

 

[bluerains]

Circle of Tears

standing inside
a circle of halos
sundried

outside the walls
cage tomorrow
in blinked blur

washed ashes
never drown
afloat the ringlet drips

destiny dampens
its choking seasons
parting a dead sea