- Erotic Poetry
- Walking in snow near Alberta
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Far from the bone-tooth rattle of cars,
our footsteps crunch.
Holding hands,
lambswool-lined leather gloves braid soft,
skin under skin upon skin.
Silent, you point the hawk’s trail.
Later, snow falls in fog,
ice kisses feathering down.
Night wraps our globe.
I meet you on our cloud.
The cape of my hair warms your thighs.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoSo softly and sweetly romantic at the start; but that last line's a shocker — that'd take a heap 'o hot wild lust to overcome so many minus degrees!
steve porterover 16 years ago...I almost feel like I shook you in a snowglobe and then set you down to watch. Thanks.
Angelineover 16 years agoreally a beautiful little poem like a polished gem. So sensual and evocative. Your words made me feel it; that's a very good thing. :-)
champagne1982over 16 years agoIt doesn't matter, you could even be sitting in the NWT and this poem would still be gorgeous. I especially like the way your glove liners braid ... neat imagery.
