by Sapphos Sister
"fist of fingers, clenched
like a love bird's beak,
a womb-wet, hungry beak,
consume your emptiness
with their every filling". . .
Wow... just wow.
I tried to choose which part I liked best and couldn't. Each strophe was better than the next and I also want to compliment you on classy erotica. This has been a great day for it. Your vocabulary is as hot as this poem, no overused words, nothing stood out as amateur or cliche. This might be a good one to submit to a journal or e-zine.
very very good work. whew, verrry good work.
i am breathless, not only from the intense classic erotica, but also from awe at your talent and ability to so eloquently describe the shear beauty of oral sex, the utter other worldly beauty of sex. Sappho would truly be pleased to call you her sister.
'your body tells me everything that I have ever dreamed of' and damp musk of lazy descriptive sensuality...Mancelt.
I love the wording. I can't get enough of this poetry hon. I need a book of it just to read to my wife at night. I love reading these to her--such romance.