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PRIVILEGED OBSERVER
It’s the mundane rituals
that most deserve verse.
The quotidian routines,
building blocks of life.
Honored to be invited
to such an one.
Seated beside the vanity
gazing on her stunning face
in the mirror reflected.
.
Countenance serene.
Kind, shimmering hazel eyes
fixedly stare.
For glorious visions prepared.
Placid smile on pink lips formed.
Head tilted back,
eyes closed.
Like shaking an Etch-a-Sketch.
Fingertips playfully muss
long auburn strands.
Lifting a brush, a gift from long ago,
that eagerly sets to its nightly task.
Slowly gliding down
the burnished silk cataract.
Till ends splash
onto exquisite pearlescent shoulders.
Expression vacillates ‘tween ecstasy and pure contentment.
What images appear on her stage?
The bristles whispering as they go.
Perhaps evoking a loving mother’s brushing,
asking about her day
Or of a tender paramour
petting the downy, electric tendrils
on the back of her neck.
Now reclined on lover’s bed,
she on me astride.
Cascading hair my face caresses
With each undulation
She paints me into her scene
Brush work now intensifies
with each stroke we cry for joy
Our souls consumed by passion.
that most deserve verse.
The quotidian routines,
building blocks of life.
Honored to be invited
to such an one.
Seated beside the vanity
gazing on her stunning face
in the mirror reflected.
.
Countenance serene.
Kind, shimmering hazel eyes
fixedly stare.
For glorious visions prepared.
Placid smile on pink lips formed.
Head tilted back,
eyes closed.
Like shaking an Etch-a-Sketch.
Fingertips playfully muss
long auburn strands.
Lifting a brush, a gift from long ago,
that eagerly sets to its nightly task.
Slowly gliding down
the burnished silk cataract.
Till ends splash
onto exquisite pearlescent shoulders.
Expression vacillates ‘tween ecstasy and pure contentment.
What images appear on her stage?
The bristles whispering as they go.
Perhaps evoking a loving mother’s brushing,
asking about her day
Or of a tender paramour
petting the downy, electric tendrils
on the back of her neck.
Now reclined on lover’s bed,
she on me astride.
Cascading hair my face caresses
With each undulation
She paints me into her scene
Brush work now intensifies
with each stroke we cry for joy
Our souls consumed by passion.
Published 23rd Jul 2018
Author's Note
I believe it's the simple things that comfort and sooth us that really fill life with peace and joy.
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23rd Jul 2018 10:35pm
Absolutely beautiful , sensual , expressive phrasing of an eloquent pen !
You captured these moments , in words among the best I have seen you lay down ;
And your usage of quotidian , captured me immediately !
Bravo , GW !
You captured these moments , in words among the best I have seen you lay down ;
And your usage of quotidian , captured me immediately !
Bravo , GW !
Thank you so much Blackwolf! I pondered on this one for weeks. I speak Spanish and I always enjoy using "cotidiana," a much more commonly used term in Spanish than quotidian is in English. I have often thought of the brushing of a woman's hair something a kin to a spiritual experience...I tried to capture that here. Adding the love scene at the end made, in my mind, me complicit in that earlier ritual.
23rd Jul 2018 11:10pm
Thank you for adding that information
to the experience , my friend !
I remember brushing my ladyfriend's long hair ,
after she got out of the shower , sitting on sheepskins
in front of a woodstove fire , as I as well see that and
a woman's art of outer decor to be spiritual acts ,
when approached in the "old ways"...
The art of glamoury / glamory has long been magical ,
though given a bad name by the ignorant...;)
to the experience , my friend !
I remember brushing my ladyfriend's long hair ,
after she got out of the shower , sitting on sheepskins
in front of a woodstove fire , as I as well see that and
a woman's art of outer decor to be spiritual acts ,
when approached in the "old ways"...
The art of glamoury / glamory has long been magical ,
though given a bad name by the ignorant...;)
24th Jul 2018 00:21am
Tienes mucha razon, Gahddess. Al final, el deseo sexual se quite ya sea pronto o tarde, pero la amistad y el respeto dilatan toda la vida.
Excelente poema, amigo. Bravo!
Excelente poema, amigo. Bravo!
24th Jul 2018 00:24am
24th Jul 2018 00:46am
Lines don't get much better than this:
Lifting a brush, a gift from long ago,
that eagerly sets to its nightly task.
Slowly gliding down
the burnished silk cataract.
Till ends splash
onto exquisite pearlescent shoulders.
Love this gentle erotica. This passion erupts in the last stanza, but until then it's a tender set up. Wonderful job, Gahdess.
Lifting a brush, a gift from long ago,
that eagerly sets to its nightly task.
Slowly gliding down
the burnished silk cataract.
Till ends splash
onto exquisite pearlescent shoulders.
Love this gentle erotica. This passion erupts in the last stanza, but until then it's a tender set up. Wonderful job, Gahdess.
24th Jul 2018 1:44am
Thank you so much, Sir Crow! I am gkad you appreciate the subtlety of the piece. Above all I wanted to capture the serenity of the scene. To be lucky enough to make love with this magical artist is beyond happiness.
28th Jul 2018 7:33am
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12th Oct 2021 5:21pm
You have painted a beautiful masterpiece here GW capturing the moment in such an immersive way with your words. I really enjoyed it!
12th Oct 2021 5:32pm
Thank you so much, Goddess Kristina❣🌹 It's based on my all-time favorite ASMR video. https://youtu.be/AWaeWcXIVIA
I am all a tingle that you like this one.
I am all a tingle that you like this one.
12th Oct 2021 5:33pm
Thank you so much, Goddess Kristina❣🌹 It's based on my all-time favorite ASMR video. https://youtu.be/AWaeWcXIVIA
I am all a tingle that you like this one.
I am all a tingle that you like this one.
