- Erotic Poetry
- Another Metaphor
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Another metaphor for lust
I’m so tired and cliché.
I complain of a headache
To keep it away
But there is no relent
The will is too strong
Like a lead pipe with wings
It keeps flying along
I finally give up
And open my gates
Two bodies become one
(yawn) it must have been fate
The flowers keep blooming
And the pistons keep time
As those animal passions
Are fueled by strawberry wine
With fireworks and tidal waves
Your seed I do reap
Choirs of angels all sing
Now I’m going to sleep
- COMMENTS
Maria2394over 19 years agofelt that way plenty, and everytime I see the words drowning in passion,fire in his/her eyes, splayed, glistening thighs, silky thighs, moist thighs, running down her thighs........I enjoyed this poem a lot, made me smile :)
irishcatsmeowover 19 years agoGood poem that addresses a place that we've all been. Sigh. I'm still betting on the earth moving tho...
Good use of the typical with the less typical.
jd4georgeover 19 years ago"Yeah, the earth moved, (whutever)."
You set me up nicely for the old cliches, and popped it again in the middle verse. While the end had the "choir of angels", it didn't have the same feeling of an "aside".
twelveooneover 19 years agothis conjures up images for me: (nicely done)
"Like a lead pipe with wings
It keeps flying along"
ka-dunk, ka-dunk, ka-dunk
I find the best metaphors in life in old movies...
lately, I've been watching the three stooges
