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Click heresweat-soaked sheets
hold us
captive to sated lust
sunlight, too heavy
to bear
pounds insistently
at curtained windows
muffled but little
by a chair-perched clattering fan
whose whispering kisses
mimic our own
in tentative invitation
to a slippery slumber
that lays languid
on my lashes,
gently weighting my lids
beyond lifting
lips curl as I'm drifting
into a smile that begins
in my naval
then streams up
to lift earlobes
I am throbbing
with the pleasure of you still
to see a poem by you. I have really missed the good ol' days when there was some good poetry and people who knew what it meant to read a good poem.
This one reminds me of that movie, "Long, Hot Summer" with Melanie Griffith,..I hope I have the correct one.
I love the visuals and even the audible qualities of your work. You always "take me there."
Another H worthy poem by a fabulous Lit poet. Hope to see more from you, I lurk and read what is worthy, leave comments when the poem deserves it. I hope I get to vote on this one in the Feb contest next year ;)
to see this familiar name again! And wow, your poetry is just as good as I remembered. So sensuous and erotic...
jim : )
As good a description of post-coital bliss as I've read in a long while. Exquisitely relaxing!