Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Tryst

The long stemmed rose you bought me
has found a new home...

My corset at the edge of the bed,
kisses your vest...and the Bach's prelude begins...

Our lips banter across the length of
our thirsty bodies, your tongue fumbles
then recovers and claims the moistened rose,
now scented with a new fragrance. Afterwards,

I glance at your languid form, willing myself
not to taste the rose blooming on your thigh.


Shauna

Three Word Wednesday

22 comments:

  1. A sensual and image-laden feast..Jae

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  2. Wow, love this! Especially how you used the word banter. And the images...wonderful!

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  3. OOOOOOO! Very erotic exotic! Great passion drama for the senses!

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  4. positive sensuality rules, gemma.

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  5. words can take amazing turns, LJ.

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  6. lovely and sensuous,you can feel the longing and passion,

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  7. Well that was hot stuff, I need a shower. Subtle sensuality.

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  8. Sheilagh: your words are sweet to my soul.

    Angel: I hope so, Angel.

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  9. Kim: Mmmm....luv exceedingly erotic.


    Oldegg: oh my, adore your pen oldegg.

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  10. The vivid, visual metaphors are very well chosen. Erotic, but not dirty. I'm very happy with this poem.

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  11. M.A.S....and I'm happy you're happy. loving
    the erotic verse.

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  12. hey belly - will pop into your
    blog tonight.

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  13. provocative, evocative, erotic. i'll never look at a rose the same...

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  14. hey haikulovesongs, I was so impressed with
    your blog - TY for the visit.

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  15. This is pretty. And erotic in a gentle way.

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  16. Jessica, TY. For me that is the appeal of erotica-
    the gentleness.

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  17. I like the gentle sensual write...

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  18. Ty, gentle Heaven. Your blog is a beauty.

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