- Erotic Poetry
- Euphimistic Rain
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Click hereHer metaphoric muse
finds words sky clad
from wicked embers
and heavens hue.
She tongue grinds words
like cock to cunt
stolen from soiled smithy,
leaving her perfectly clean
pages of moist imagination,
creaseless.
- COMMENTS
lobomaoover 17 years agocrafty is this poet's craft
binding spells spellbinding
weavy wefty hemming hues
our imaginations unwinding
as dangerous as a dress
fallen full to the floor.
RhymeFairyover 17 years agoI love the raw power here Blue.
You've really got some great lines
and I had to hide a smile, well not really.
I let it out, loud 'n proud.
More Please~
Bill Dadaover 17 years agoVery nicely done, Blue. Your sky clad words and the words stolen from the soiled smithy dance under the heavens blue.
duddle146over 17 years agoMoist imagination an almost mystical quality. This so well crafted. Beautifully Written!
My Erotic Trailover 17 years agoyour words rained on my brain in a good way <grin (~_~) warm and erotic!
LeBrozover 17 years agoDone so well
Save for that title
Which calls out, drowning out rich words
Rather than appearing as euphemistic.
{those last minure type-in jobs get you every time...}
tungtied2uover 17 years agoand very sensuous. Especially like this line-
"pages of moist imagination, creaseless"
but the whole work is wonderful. Thanks for the write.
tt2u
