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Springtime
Springtime
Reclining in soft satin sheets
I gaze at the creamy luster of your skin
Glowing with youthful vigor
Gazing into your oceanic eyes
The fathomless well of your passion evident
In the mysterious twinkle of your irises
Cello hips curved
Like gently sloping hills
Ivory peaks capped with rosebuds
Enticing me to taste your fruit
To devour your essence
Partaking of that holy body
Offered so freely
The beguiling pull of your smile
Outlined in cherry lips
Smirking with knowledge
Of my impending surrender
Seductive gift
Inviting me to partake
Of the eucharistic mystery
Of feminine touch
Eliciting my procreative seed
Compelling me to concede my essence
Into the loving home of woman
My hands gather force
Brushing your thighs feather like
Gathering your peaks in palm
Mouth engorged with rosebud tips
Drawing them into hardened fullness
Your soft hands coaxing me to lower defenses
Caressing me with gentle persuasion
Giving you entrance into my delicate center
The Red rose of my poets heart
Blossoming into the magic of love
My stamen encompassed by your hand
Guiding my stalk into paradise
Origin of creation
Birth place of sentience
Garden of bliss
Sacred passage to heaven
Your petals swelling with spring fecundity
Drawing me inward
On my inexorable natal passage
Till my vulnerable core
Embraced in the loving grip
Of your life renewing grotto
Sinks deep
Into your womb
Our lives planted together
In a garden of love
Reclining in soft satin sheets
I gaze at the creamy luster of your skin
Glowing with youthful vigor
Gazing into your oceanic eyes
The fathomless well of your passion evident
In the mysterious twinkle of your irises
Cello hips curved
Like gently sloping hills
Ivory peaks capped with rosebuds
Enticing me to taste your fruit
To devour your essence
Partaking of that holy body
Offered so freely
The beguiling pull of your smile
Outlined in cherry lips
Smirking with knowledge
Of my impending surrender
Seductive gift
Inviting me to partake
Of the eucharistic mystery
Of feminine touch
Eliciting my procreative seed
Compelling me to concede my essence
Into the loving home of woman
My hands gather force
Brushing your thighs feather like
Gathering your peaks in palm
Mouth engorged with rosebud tips
Drawing them into hardened fullness
Your soft hands coaxing me to lower defenses
Caressing me with gentle persuasion
Giving you entrance into my delicate center
The Red rose of my poets heart
Blossoming into the magic of love
My stamen encompassed by your hand
Guiding my stalk into paradise
Origin of creation
Birth place of sentience
Garden of bliss
Sacred passage to heaven
Your petals swelling with spring fecundity
Drawing me inward
On my inexorable natal passage
Till my vulnerable core
Embraced in the loving grip
Of your life renewing grotto
Sinks deep
Into your womb
Our lives planted together
In a garden of love
Published 11th Aug 2022
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Sensuous write. This poem could be a sequel to your latest poem 'Virgin Bride', two months on from the dressing room tryst. Love the last lines:
My stamen encompassed by your hand
Guiding my stalk into paradise
Origin of creation
Birth place of sentience
Garden of bliss
Sacred passage to heaven
Your petals swelling with spring fecundity
Drawing me inward
On my inexorable natal passage
Till my vulnerable core
Embraced in the loving grip
Of your life renewing grotto
Sinks deep
Into your womb
Our lives planted together
In a garden of love
Also liked these descriptions:
Cello hips curved
Like gently sloping hills
Ivory peaks capped with rosebuds
Seductive gift
Inviting me to partake
Of the eucharistic mystery
Of feminine touch
Eliciting my procreative seed
Compelling me to concede my essence
Into the loving home of woman
My stamen encompassed by your hand
Guiding my stalk into paradise
Origin of creation
Birth place of sentience
Garden of bliss
Sacred passage to heaven
Your petals swelling with spring fecundity
Drawing me inward
On my inexorable natal passage
Till my vulnerable core
Embraced in the loving grip
Of your life renewing grotto
Sinks deep
Into your womb
Our lives planted together
In a garden of love
Also liked these descriptions:
Cello hips curved
Like gently sloping hills
Ivory peaks capped with rosebuds
Seductive gift
Inviting me to partake
Of the eucharistic mystery
Of feminine touch
Eliciting my procreative seed
Compelling me to concede my essence
Into the loving home of woman
11th Aug 2022 2:42pm
That is a great idea for this to be the sequel to the dressing room tryst. And those excerpts are definitely the highlights of this poem. I appreciate very much your pointing them out. Thanks so much, my friend.
John
John
11th Aug 2022 9:59pm
John,
I have this love, almost bordering obsession with flowers and I usually try to write several floral themed poems every few months or so as a kind of ode to that love or maybe just to pacify my weird little quirk. I just love using every aspect of them as either a metaphor or even as the actual themed centerpiece, itself.
So this sensual springtime cornucopia of floral delights has me utterly transcendent. You so expertly take me on this beautiful passionate journey with each lovely little detail of accented imagery; flowers and attributes that speak directly to my own sense of poetic style, kinship of a true deep love and seductive romance.
"The Red rose of my poets heart" had me sigh with such rich appreciation and a bit of whimsy at how much of a romantic I usually hide but know that when it's all said and done, I totally am...
I'm completely in love with all these new poems you're penning, my dear but his one has a special place in my heart, indeed.
I feel lucky to get to stroll through this thought garden.... it's majestic.
🌹🌸🥀🏵️🌺🌷💮🪷🌻
-xo
Susan
I have this love, almost bordering obsession with flowers and I usually try to write several floral themed poems every few months or so as a kind of ode to that love or maybe just to pacify my weird little quirk. I just love using every aspect of them as either a metaphor or even as the actual themed centerpiece, itself.
So this sensual springtime cornucopia of floral delights has me utterly transcendent. You so expertly take me on this beautiful passionate journey with each lovely little detail of accented imagery; flowers and attributes that speak directly to my own sense of poetic style, kinship of a true deep love and seductive romance.
"The Red rose of my poets heart" had me sigh with such rich appreciation and a bit of whimsy at how much of a romantic I usually hide but know that when it's all said and done, I totally am...
I'm completely in love with all these new poems you're penning, my dear but his one has a special place in my heart, indeed.
I feel lucky to get to stroll through this thought garden.... it's majestic.
🌹🌸🥀🏵️🌺🌷💮🪷🌻
-xo
Susan
11th Aug 2022 11:18pm
Susan, I am metaphysically beatified to know you too love flowers and their metaphorical implications. We are indeed kin joined at the heart. These poems were written a while back. But a good wind is blowing my way that may bring back some of that sensual inspiration. Indeed I have a feeling it is already on its way. Love pleasing you with my creative seeds my darling friend. Hearing your impressions makes me a happy boy indeed. You have a feel for all that is free and luscious in the romantic world. Your feeling for imagery and emotions stands on a peak of bliss. You truly get the passion here and fly with it. For that, I am eternally grateful.
Xo
John
Xo
John
