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chair bound, blind folded
I stand over her
shadow casting a phantom
she can sense, but not feel
her body bare before me,
tingling, quivering, I select
my delicacy. the only sound
her panting breath
I leave her suspended
the rattle of ice cubes
she starts, as it drips
coldness, blindness mingle
a keening cry at the icy drop
on her fragile exposure
a shiver as it trickles
from nipple, down
the hill and lost in
the cleft where breast
attaches to body
twisting the knife of
anticipation, I drag her
chair backwards
startled cry garners no attention
gently tug her hair back
tilting it over the chair
a mouthful of
ice-cold lemonade
trickle it from my lips to hers
passionately kiss
rise and fall of chest
sweat smells of spices
tongue tastes of lemon
flesh, texture of polished marble
her panting gasps
a smorgasbord of senses
we both
long for her release
but not from the bindings
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoPoetry always finds the right people over time. This is beautiful, I will read each and every one. Another 5 stars. Your words make me ache and wish I was half as good as you.
AMoveableBeastabout 9 years agoSensual and flowing. This is evocative without sacrificing directness. Your choices here are mature and precise.
Maeliana57over 9 years agoThis poem definitely deserves 5 stars. I especially loved the use of lemon as it complemented the bittersweet-ness of the events. A favourite!
Trixareforkidsalmost 10 years agoI'm working my way through your catalog and so far this is my favorite.
Your phrasing is impeccable. "Shadow casting a phantom/she can sense but not feel" put me in that chair and from there it was as if the words were being whispered in my ear.
Between this and what you're throwing down on the threads, you have a book. Add shadowy illustrations and you'd have a damn good book.
And just in case it wasn't already clear, this is a new favorite. Not a just a LIT favorite but a favorite among all the poetry I've read. Your ability to draw the reader in is superb.
HoneyAdoredalmost 10 years agoMy compliments to the Chef!
It certainly tantalised my taste buds
I do so hope the woman finishes with her just deserts
Tod!...I award you 5 Michelin stars
Tsothaabout 10 years agoTod, I think the pacing is just right in this. I caught myself smirking throughout the poem, the slow reveal of intention sets us (readers) as observers to something that is happening. I've commented before that I feel you'd do very well with prose, and this is why: vivid descriptions.
My favorite passages were: "twisting the knife of anticipation / startled cries garner no attention". You could rewrite this from the other person's perspective, and these lines would give the poem a much more somber mood. Not that it needs to actually be a dark situation; just that the anticipation can be shared by the reader. :)
I'm not sure about smorgasbord, however. But then, I'd never heard that word before! It sounds funny. :D Sorry, ignore this last bit, hehe.
todski28over 10 years agoAuthorI have written porno type poems as well, less so recently, lurid description is limiting to the author, and the more you let the reader play hopefully they better connect with the piece, just my thoughts at the moment may change tomorrow though, this poetry stuff is tricky business :-)
todski28over 10 years agoAuthorI have ever written Ash, bdsm not usually my thing I normally rock vanilla but with an assortment of toppings :-)
Thanks as always lesse your comments on almost every poem though time consuming is a great service to all poets that post to this sight. :-)
Thanks mysteria
To theoncomingstorm glad you liked my little bit of kink ;-)
