Poet Introduction Published poems so far unpaid. †Most poems unpublished. †History, Bible, love (romantic/erotic), nakedness main subjects; rhyming captions/messages. Influences: Bible (eg Genesis, Ruth, Song of Songs (inspired user name), and 20th century erotic.
in her dark loose hanging velvet gown The curtains unveiled her to the town, Clutching the microphone to her face. The bare skin she showed sparked my heart race. The front of her frock gathered her breasts, snug together like birds' eggs in nests. The blowdried curls of her long dark mane flowed down back shoulders like bride's veil train.
She stretched out the chords as she stretched arms, spreading fingers, opening out palms. ,As if reaching out to audience in the more intimate ambience where all eyes and ears hung on her...
Post-coitally you rest upon me; † between kisses talk † on my wilting stalk. †
Post-coitally, † your legs straddle me † I wind-down caress † your prone nakedness. † † Post-coitally † you withdraw from me, † with one parting kiss. † I hear shower's hiss. † † Post-coitally † you come back to me, † in towelling robe. You ring an ear lobe. † † Post-coitally † in kitchen with me, † your head hair you shake † then breakfast we make.
Imaginary poetic answers to an imaginary survey of nude beach users.
How did you get to being able to go on a beach like this?
I started with a bikini for holidaying by the sea, it gradually got skimpy further I grew past puberty. I graduated to a thong I wore topless one summer long. Next year, when first nude beach I found, it was not hard to come around to fitting in with its 'dress code', while thong in side bag would be stowed.
Since I stopped worrying about 'shortcomings' I could comfortably...
My breasts pop out, your tool pops up when I slip my bra off. We tup when I have bared more attributes and we reduced to birthday suits. How rampantly do you perform, in the bedroom we break the norm; one night three times lost in rapture, in diff'rent positions capture the flowing of your pearly seed in different versions of deed, From under, on top and behind making our pelvises grind, leaving us, sweaty nakedness with laps a sticky sated mess.
The robe that you wear sits on body bare after your shower, You exude power. that you will release when wear it you cease.
Your cleavage I see as breasts hang bra-free. nipples inch away from a chance display. † Graceful hands extend beyond robe sleeve end, No rings on display to jar skin in play. † To one side you swerve, showing S-bend curve of figure's profile. I give warmed up smile. † Your head stands stately while face smiles at me, Dried...