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Sip of Echoes
Holding delicately
in one hand as pouty lips extend
A glass of old vine red
swirling a bit through sultry legs
Slowly in this sip of echoes
Drowning out obscurities
a complete recollection of whispers
Knees weaken and tremble
through a down feather bed of melting bliss
To which sense
is most tasteful
Of this fragrant bouquet
collapsing now
Left in dreams which inspire
through a slumbering whispered daze
Published 7th Sep 2012
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7th Sep 2012 3:07pm
Alright Ken you are gonna have to beat the babes back with a stick after this one!cool piece.
Red
Red
7th Sep 2012 4:16pm
7th Sep 2012 10:30pm
You write the most dreamy poems I could just sink myself into this world and get lost in bliss..beautiful peace Crim
8th Sep 2012 8:54am
hot, hot, hot and a bit dreamy, of course...love the imagery and your diction in this...great poem, Ken!
8th Sep 2012 8:55am
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Anonymous
20th Jan 2013 8:11am
So sensually penned... a most enjoyable read
15th Jun 2013 10:41pm
