- Erotic Poetry
- Annointed
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Click hereTender is the night
in a moonpale room
awash in lambent silver.
The open window breathes fresh,
and I unfold to your hard grace.
Poised in sweat, curling hair enjoined,
with eyes half-closed, beating steady,
surrender, holding back no more.
Sigh one broken whisper,
draw you in, wrap you deep
in silken skin, push soft
hard-peaked upon your chest,
offer you sweet velvet pressed,
and thus are you caressed.
Dip, swirl, slide, quiver,
shudder, shake, explode,
then breathe, breathe, breathe
anointing you slick.
- COMMENTS
lorencinoover 16 years agoAn accomplished piece in which high art evokes a genuine sensuality that is as hot as the human experience can be without being in any way lurid. Simply breathtakingly beautiful and honest.
duddle146over 17 years agoA beautiful rare renditioning of the art of sexual coupling. Such beautiful writing evokes all the right images. Well Crafted! Enjoyable!
Cub4ucmeover 17 years agoI might change or do away with the fist verse/strophe.
Always subjective, of course.
The adjectives remind of the poems that try too hard
to paint images using words, or phrases like gossamar
ravens.
The rest of it (although simple, and that doesn't bother me)
has a keen sense of rythum to it. I read it once and then read it out loud the second time.
Anyway, that's what stood out for me.
best,
andy
Sappholoversover 19 years agoWithin a few stanzas, you take us for a beautiful ride in this poem...from the first words creating a passionate atmosphere to the quick pulse and solace of the last stanza. I like especially the almost keynote phrases that get to the paradoxes of lovemaking: "hard grace" and "push soft." Sappho has a favorite line: "I love that which caresses me." The "caressed" at the end of the one stanza is a perfect transition to the last one (and a cool rhyme with "pressed"). "Breathe. Breathe. Breathe." The poem had me taking my own breaths of joy as the quick beat of words dissipated or melted into the bliss of lovers sealed together...coming back down to earth.
