- Erotic Poetry
- Quivering Quill
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Quivering Quill
His Quivering Quill vibrates within his grasp and task
Expanding with the liquid of passion filling his need
Dancing the tango above a canvas of empty images
Waiting for the Muse to manipulate and inspire, spilling his seed
Like the brilliance of a male Peacock's plumage
A sword like glimmering shaft in the rays of the sun
Fluttering in a kaleidoscopes array drawing attention
Announcing to the universe his exotic and erotic pun
All seeing upon Eagle's wings in perfect spirals soaring
Nothing escaping his realm of insightful muse's inspiration
Rising on the thermals of Mother Earth's lascivious currents
The epitome of stature, strength, and endurances aberration
Evermore curious and calculating like the Raven's breed
With a pure black foreboding appearance mocking all it sees
A predator unafraid as it screams its presence for all
Filled with the lust and anticipation ever wanting to please
Can you hear the calling of "who, who, who'll" during the night
As the Barn Owl casts his shadow in the pale moonlights hue
With night vision seeing into your minds salacious thoughts & dreams
Sensual images and sexual desires dancing explicitly from, you
In tune with humanity the Muse begins to enter the Quivering Quill
Spewing its seed copiously upon the minds canvas in pulsating spurts
The tango of words painting vivid carnal images with the feather as brush
Once spent, placed back into its well, waiting again for inspirations alerts
An Original Composition by:
Quivering Quill
A Scribbles & Doodles Creation
Copyright © 2013 – All Rights Reserved
Comments: To launch a proper Non de Plume this would be poet of eroticism has used the age old tool of the 'Sacred Quill' to wave like a magic wand casting spells of wordsmithery and imagery provided by the Muse of the Moment. I hope you enjoy the magic of my Quivering Quill....
- COMMENTS
twelveooneabout 11 years agoa little humility goes a bit better,
and it looks like you are trying to write poetry, word of advice
don't try to write "poetry", just write, learn poetry, write. most important read
Read and see how much
pulsating spurts
hurts
even if used in an indirect matter (point for that)
but didn't vote
Anonymousabout 11 years agoMaybe this is not where you want to dab your original quill, but try again, a good cum shot is always welcome, our ears and mouths are open and we await your lascivious spray.
If I am being to harsh just fuck me in the ass, sorry! You could do worse, but how much? That is the question? (I was of course referring to my ass not your colorful poem)
