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Ephemeral Fantasy
Ephemeral fantasies full of hedonistic pleasures,
subliminal messages and sensual overtures,
whispers of sweetness include suggestive innuendos,
that lead to altruistic delights and blissful endeavors.
An excursion in pure stimuli awakens the senses,
inciting ardent responses amidst disappearing pretenses.
Passionate glances and gentile caresses
speak softly of desires in keen eloquence,
murmured fervently in carnal capitulation
bathed in exquisite splendor of ethereal creation.
Dulcet confessions in pleasing and surreal magnificence
becomes enveloped in soft fleshy acquiescence.
Delicacies of innumerable estimation
elevated to a level of sublime splendor,
majesty to behold, the male form is poetry in motion,
ripples of masculinity in shape, shade, form and render
glorify the wisdom of his blessed creator,
the grand beauty in the copulation of both genders.
Art in human form, making love with fluidity of motion,
sensual languid movements propose pleasures unnamed;
beckon the senses to release and become untamed,
exotic perhaps, but not, as old as time it is an intrinsic notion.
The ebb and flow of desire rises and falls in the achievement
art is created, a beauty unparalleled dismisses any unqualified claimant.
Maturity is the master of this endeavor,
patience and knowledge have no replacement,
like so many other pleasures it is meant to be enjoyed slowly,
purposeful tactile exploration, tasted and savored,
discovering all of the delectable flavor sensations,
exciting the minds synapses, firing up passions deepest inclinations.
Ephemeral fantasies, indeed,
living out their existence in my dreams,
threatening ever so often to become real,
yet fading into oblivion at first light, dawns reveal.
Wondrous and fleeting, felt none the same,
It is what it is, my only claim to involuntary fame.
Gypsy red
March 2012
subliminal messages and sensual overtures,
whispers of sweetness include suggestive innuendos,
that lead to altruistic delights and blissful endeavors.
An excursion in pure stimuli awakens the senses,
inciting ardent responses amidst disappearing pretenses.
Passionate glances and gentile caresses
speak softly of desires in keen eloquence,
murmured fervently in carnal capitulation
bathed in exquisite splendor of ethereal creation.
Dulcet confessions in pleasing and surreal magnificence
becomes enveloped in soft fleshy acquiescence.
Delicacies of innumerable estimation
elevated to a level of sublime splendor,
majesty to behold, the male form is poetry in motion,
ripples of masculinity in shape, shade, form and render
glorify the wisdom of his blessed creator,
the grand beauty in the copulation of both genders.
Art in human form, making love with fluidity of motion,
sensual languid movements propose pleasures unnamed;
beckon the senses to release and become untamed,
exotic perhaps, but not, as old as time it is an intrinsic notion.
The ebb and flow of desire rises and falls in the achievement
art is created, a beauty unparalleled dismisses any unqualified claimant.
Maturity is the master of this endeavor,
patience and knowledge have no replacement,
like so many other pleasures it is meant to be enjoyed slowly,
purposeful tactile exploration, tasted and savored,
discovering all of the delectable flavor sensations,
exciting the minds synapses, firing up passions deepest inclinations.
Ephemeral fantasies, indeed,
living out their existence in my dreams,
threatening ever so often to become real,
yet fading into oblivion at first light, dawns reveal.
Wondrous and fleeting, felt none the same,
It is what it is, my only claim to involuntary fame.
Gypsy red
March 2012
Published 1st Mar 2012
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1st Mar 2012 8:09pm
1st Mar 2012 9:09pm
Then I achieved my goal, sensual was was it. I wanted to make sure that the sensuality of the piece came across in the words. Thank you so much.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
2nd Mar 2012 2:42am
To bad things happen so fast that they leave so quick. Beautiful write as always. Kudos to you my friend.
2nd Mar 2012 1:08pm
