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Wet Bloom~
I’ll render my wet bloom in the twilight when the
chasm of restlessness is seized by my spewed dew.
If my needs are to be zealously pollinated and scattered
upon your eager stem, I could continue to cultivate the garden.
You….
graze a pursuit to comprehend my sensual worthiness
and abandon wet patches of unconstrained "fuck me’s"
on the boudoir floor of hedonism’s cavity.
Force me to take this in.
Positioned me on a mantle I hope my widened array would adorn
as if I were the picture you analyze nocturnally while
sipping on the vodka of my soaked bud.
My demands are beyond reach...
unless you free your massiveness and invite me to lick and binge
on closure, like an envelope pleading to be mailed to her secret lover.
Segregate my thighs.
I know you submissively wait for my lips to unfold
while my moist aggressiveness curls toes and creates
the syntactic of your seeds to keep a nightly tab of
the score we both know will cross off more lines than
we could conceivably breathe.
I just want to float womanishly above your stare....
and wet my bloom.
All I’m asking is….
When.
Rain~
Published 20th Apr 2016
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20th Apr 2016 00:40am
20th Apr 2016 1:12am
20th Apr 2016 2:10am
Now! Now! Now!!!!! lol
Whew damn woman, you impregnated my ass with a lust-full hunger that will take weeks to quench lol... Damn...
Whew damn woman, you impregnated my ass with a lust-full hunger that will take weeks to quench lol... Damn...
21st Apr 2016 5:30pm
lol.... impregnated you with lustful hunger?!......that image tho.... :)
Thanks for the excitement luv....
Thanks for the excitement luv....
20th Apr 2016 2:21am
Segregate my thighs... oh baby!
The realism of your metaphors has my eyes watering with delight yet sneezing from my allergies from your pollination, lol... you electrify my eyes with your sensuality...
JJ
The realism of your metaphors has my eyes watering with delight yet sneezing from my allergies from your pollination, lol... you electrify my eyes with your sensuality...
JJ
21st Apr 2016 5:31pm
20th Apr 2016 2:58am
21st Apr 2016 5:33pm
:) Thank you so much, snug! It's great feeling your presence on my page. Been awhile....
20th Apr 2016 10:04pm
21st Apr 2016 5:34pm
21st Apr 2016 1:58am
Now! Now! Now! You are so erotically unfair. And so unequalled in bringing the beast to the surface with only implication and innuendo
21st Apr 2016 5:35pm
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21st Apr 2016 3:00pm
*chuckled at your comment.* Sorry sir...
I might try something different... Appreciate your truthful reply..... :)
I might try something different... Appreciate your truthful reply..... :)
21st Apr 2016 3:03pm
I have to agree with Todski in the 'spewed dew'. The entire poem is like watching a lady having a post dinner
conversation with a gentleman, an eloquent invitation - after tripping and falling down the stairs of her 'spewed dew'.
Also, 'wet my bloom' seems also a bit redundant because the bloom is already wet - perhaps 'water my bloom' -
like (no pun intended) Rain.
It works the way it is for various reasons. Those were just two things that jumped out at me personally.
Well done, per usual.
conversation with a gentleman, an eloquent invitation - after tripping and falling down the stairs of her 'spewed dew'.
Also, 'wet my bloom' seems also a bit redundant because the bloom is already wet - perhaps 'water my bloom' -
like (no pun intended) Rain.
It works the way it is for various reasons. Those were just two things that jumped out at me personally.
Well done, per usual.
21st Apr 2016 5:40pm
..hmmm, your perception is interesting! Thank you for your time and critique Ahavati! I 'll try to make changes later...
Appreciate your poetic energy...xo
Appreciate your poetic energy...xo
25th Apr 2016 7:20pm
*deep exhale*, I'm drunk "on the vodka of this soaked bud", ending with the enticement of the last question (rubs hands together), sooooo, lol, nice goddess...
26th Apr 2016 7:31pm
27th Apr 2016 3:40pm
For some reason this reminds of a song by the Platters, "Twilight Time" or the more romantic songs of Nat King Cole
27th Apr 2016 10:15pm
Anonymous
28th Apr 2016 3:31pm
Sonsista - Oh these lines! These LINES!!
"I know you submissively wait for my lips to unfold
while my moist aggressiveness curls toes and creates
the syntactic of your seeds to keep a nightly tab of
the score we both know will cross off more lines than
we could conceivably breathe."
~ I felt every bit of this, lady!
With love - Taryn xoxo
"I know you submissively wait for my lips to unfold
while my moist aggressiveness curls toes and creates
the syntactic of your seeds to keep a nightly tab of
the score we both know will cross off more lines than
we could conceivably breathe."
~ I felt every bit of this, lady!
With love - Taryn xoxo
22nd May 2016 5:36am
:) .... does a poet good to know their words made you 'feel' something. Always the ultimate goal. Thank you Lady T. xo
Anonymous
20th May 2016 3:44am
Rain, not only is this a lovely erotic ink.. it's spiritually up lifting.. beautiful indeed..
Dave
Dave
22nd May 2016 5:41am
Dave, I'm so happy you noticed and said that. It was more than sensually driven...
Appreciate you deeply...
Appreciate you deeply...
30th May 2016 4:42pm
Words whose beauty and intellect are so far beyond simple erotica. Desired mental manipulation and copulation. Your ink always masturbates my mind. Tis why you will always be a favorite for the ages : )
2nd Jun 2016 6:58am
aww... I'm one of your favorites once again, nice to know. lol.
A beautiful and satisfying comment, Archie! Thank you kindly fella! ;)
A beautiful and satisfying comment, Archie! Thank you kindly fella! ;)
4th Sep 2017 3:16am
I pick random poem but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would stumble upon such a gem. The metaphors, imagery, flow, intelligence is all evident throughout this piece. It's what I strive for. This is poetry at it's finest. Bravo poet! Bravo!
