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DESERT GODDESS
(Inspired by Rimsky Korsakov Opus 35, Sheherazade)
The walls of her tent billow
sails on a storm tossed desert
she pauses to listen
as howling wind punctuated
by the fortissimo roar of thunder
excite her serenity
caressing her naked shoulders
as if strumming a magical harp
he restores her calm,
banishes her fears
Warm water cascades down
his travel worn body
as with jasmine scented soap
she washes away dust and soil
from the battle bruised flesh
of her nomadic lover
from alabaster cheeks
he brushes away strands
of long raven hair
exposing gemlike hazel eyes
made brilliant by the oil lamp light
He as one dying of thirst
rushes to drink from her well
succulent pink lips meet his
dry and cracked
kisses bind their wounded hearts
now felt beating as one
her perfect globes
pressed firmly against his chest
slowly to her knees she falls
her tongue tickling his reed
as on his woodwind she plays
conjuring vibrato laden chords
of pure ecstasy
Wearing only a scarf
of fine translucent silk
she dances around him
in a seductive Raqs sharqi
entranced by her swaying hips
his desire feverishly grows
Pulling her into a strong embrace
they fall laughing
onto her red satin covered mattress
as cello and violin
they share sweet and sultry notes
whispers of desire
Legs intertwined
they sit facing one another
lashed together
by his thick rope
lento they rise and fall
on the waves of eros
on his face he feels her hot breath
as he plucks her ripe nipples
their prestissimo moans
presage a glorious climax
thunder claps like banging cymbals
intensify the finale
as his dam bursts and floods her flower
Collapsing together
onto clouds of pillows
in tight embrace still joined
no further words are spoken
as contentedly they slumber
safe, for now, from the raging storm
in the morning
He as so many before him,
will beg her “come with me”
she will lovingly decline
her work is to comfort
and breathe new life
into travelers
weary of life’s journey
The walls of her tent billow
sails on a storm tossed desert
she pauses to listen
as howling wind punctuated
by the fortissimo roar of thunder
excite her serenity
caressing her naked shoulders
as if strumming a magical harp
he restores her calm,
banishes her fears
Warm water cascades down
his travel worn body
as with jasmine scented soap
she washes away dust and soil
from the battle bruised flesh
of her nomadic lover
from alabaster cheeks
he brushes away strands
of long raven hair
exposing gemlike hazel eyes
made brilliant by the oil lamp light
He as one dying of thirst
rushes to drink from her well
succulent pink lips meet his
dry and cracked
kisses bind their wounded hearts
now felt beating as one
her perfect globes
pressed firmly against his chest
slowly to her knees she falls
her tongue tickling his reed
as on his woodwind she plays
conjuring vibrato laden chords
of pure ecstasy
Wearing only a scarf
of fine translucent silk
she dances around him
in a seductive Raqs sharqi
entranced by her swaying hips
his desire feverishly grows
Pulling her into a strong embrace
they fall laughing
onto her red satin covered mattress
as cello and violin
they share sweet and sultry notes
whispers of desire
Legs intertwined
they sit facing one another
lashed together
by his thick rope
lento they rise and fall
on the waves of eros
on his face he feels her hot breath
as he plucks her ripe nipples
their prestissimo moans
presage a glorious climax
thunder claps like banging cymbals
intensify the finale
as his dam bursts and floods her flower
Collapsing together
onto clouds of pillows
in tight embrace still joined
no further words are spoken
as contentedly they slumber
safe, for now, from the raging storm
in the morning
He as so many before him,
will beg her “come with me”
she will lovingly decline
her work is to comfort
and breathe new life
into travelers
weary of life’s journey
Published 8th Mar 2018
| Edited 22nd Aug 2019
Author's Note
This is a repost. _shadoe_ (Koshka) challenged me to write a poem based on Rimsky Korsakov's Opus 35, Sheherazade symphony.
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8th Mar 2018 9:20pm
Yes I remembered this piece when halfway through reading
Indeed as good a read now as then xD
Indeed as good a read now as then xD
8th Mar 2018 11:18pm
8th Mar 2018 9:25pm
I can feel that hot wind blow. Incredible imagery!
their prestissimo moans
presage a glorious climax
thunder claps like banging cymbals
intensify the finale
as his dam bursts and floods her flower
Spectacular, exotic eroticism. A feast for the senses...
their prestissimo moans
presage a glorious climax
thunder claps like banging cymbals
intensify the finale
as his dam bursts and floods her flower
Spectacular, exotic eroticism. A feast for the senses...
8th Mar 2018 11:20pm
Thank you my friend. I recall this one taking quite some time to get just right.
9th Mar 2018 4:07am
I could say a lot of things but excellent writing, imagery and decision discipline seems to cover all the bases
9th Mar 2018 4:47am
Jakyla, I tried to stay true to music's story. It was a wonderful journey. Thank you for your kind words of encouragement.
11th Mar 2018 00:05am
A beautiful melding of music and poetry. I could almost hear the orchestra in the background. A sweet release from the duldrums of my day. I needed this. Thank you.
11th Mar 2018 00:14am
I can't tell you how happy your comment makes me. To have such an affect on your day is humbling. I am glad you like the piece and doubly glad you can hear the music. Thank you for the follow.
11th Mar 2018 5:33am
Buenissimo amigo! I love the clever metaphors you've used. Your poem got me hot and bothered, haha.
11th Mar 2018 6:42am
Muchisimas Gracias querida Luna! I am glad that my poem moved you to experience a modicum of ecstasy. That we touch another with our poetry is a sweet reward for our efforts.
11th Mar 2018 3:09pm
12th Mar 2018 7:35am
12th Mar 2018 9:20am
Thank you so much Thorny! I enjoyed thoroughly writing this piece so I am glad that you like it and I appreciate your kind word of encouragement.
4th Apr 2018 9:12pm
Simply Beautiful.... Eloquent and visually pleasing ... in my minds eye.
XOXO
FIre
XOXO
FIre
4th Apr 2018 9:52pm
Thank you so much Fire. It was a wonderful experience writing this piece and I am glad that you found joy in its reading.
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22nd Aug 2019 00:11am
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22nd Aug 2019 00:17am
Thank you! I try to enhance the beauty of the scene with detailed imagery.
18th Dec 2019 6:50pm
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28th Mar 2020 9:02pm
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17th Jul 2020 1:26am
I am glad you enjoyed the ride. I tried to make the build palpable.🙏💖
27th May 2020 5:44pm
This is phenomenal. Just beautifully executed. You should be proud of this piece, writing erotic poems with sensitivity, sensuality, respect, And tenderness is not easy to do.
27th May 2020 6:32pm
I am glowing, thank you Julia❣❣ That is the sort of comment I strive for in relation to my erotic verse. 🙏🌹
16th Jul 2020 9:38pm
Immersive imagery and beautifully written. I think Julia captured this perfectly in her comment.
17th Jul 2020 1:31am
Thank you so much BD💖 Your comment serves to enhance the feelings I felt reading Julia's beautiful words. I am so glad you like the piece. Better than "Drive In?"💞
