- Erotic Poetry
- A French Rose 'Passions Prance'
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The Night slowly slipped into a haze
by words painted on a breath strange
Moon and lanterns lights danced together
Lady Jina soaking in literature feathered
"la France, a stage in play, a lovers stage..."
Dante La'bo continued his poetic say
"Mis'ier La'bo, would you care to come nearer?"
A French Rose asked with an anticipated quiver
Silence was broken when he knocked on the door
"Come in," she said, in a lady like roar
He entered the room as if it were a cage
Cradled his books and finger kept page
"Sit here and read, my dear," Lady Jina said
Seeing a Rose in the buff made his face red
stabling to seat his feet tackled and stumbled
clumsy, anxious and a clearing throat rumble
"Humm, Thy love is not a tower I see ...
but rather the perfume on a Pierre' breeze.
My love is a candle that needs your fire
Illuminating moi's passions and desires"
Dante La'bo strung poems in a poetic pearl
mesmerized and entranced was a Paris girl
Passion danced in flickers off walls and prose
tantalizing step out of the tub, a French Rose
She slid to his feet on a warm summer floor
bare as a bush she was begging for, "More!"
Stuttering pages fumbled as eyes weren't glue
fingers walking up a leg found a tower that grew
"Madam! Are you sure of what you do?" Dante spew
Her hand found a serpent turn to wood and dew
"As long as you recite poetry I'll be here,"
Dantes manhood on the tongue of a French dear
"How do I love thee ... let me count the ways,
Thy mouth is a river of words that you say ...
Your heart beats the tune that drives my love,
My love is a tower but that's not a white dove!"
Moans and groans mingled with poetry stanzas
Lady Jina fondled and feasted on Dantes bonanza
positions and poems were a constant selection
as the night rolled into a lust filled progression
Passion Pranced for two in la France
bordello of Lady Jina wrapped in romance
now only the moonlight still dimly glowed
onward till dawns last prose, a French Rose
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A French Rose~
(ch 1) 'Art of Archery'
(ch 2) 'Dueling Delima'
(ch 3) 'Midnight Maiden'
(ch 4) 'Passions Prance'
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 18 years agoAn excellent finale to Lady Jina's tale;
what better way than for a poet to get so rewarded
Anonymousabout 19 years agoYou forgot to mention yourself in todays reviews..."As long as you recite poetry I'll be here,"
Dantes manhood on the tongue of a French dear ...so tickles the fire of blue..
white lightning is all I can say to you...wow me...blue
Wanton Vixxxenabout 19 years agowas My favorite! I can't fathom how you weave a story like this into poetry form, but I'm sure glad you do! It is a talent all on its own, and I'm honored to be a small part of the next series with you, Art. But I must confess - it was all offered though ulterior motives. I'll now have privvy to all of the next series before it hits the boards! <HUGE smile> This however, is a melancholic moment for alot of us here what with the French Rose saga closing her petals. But knowing there's a new flower of your poetry "blooming" soon will help us all perk up! Looking sooooooooo forward to it!
Vixxx
Anonymousabout 19 years agoHe does series poetry with the finesse of a dedicated entertainer. He does that so well. Better than most!
~L
Scott N. Leavittabout 19 years agoYour EXCELLENT poem has been metioned on the new poems thread!!!
What a GREAT series!!! Thankyou so MUCH !!!
