by Wanton Vixxxen
Some of your metaphoric images are interesting, but I find your title better than the body of the work. "Musk at Dusk" had me expecting a rhyme scheme and more consistent structure. Keep writing.
these phrases:
The instinctive moisture weeps from This woman’s pelt.
Clawing with paws of ten painted passions...
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casting voyeurs of purples and blues
creates a wonderful mood and picture in my mind.
a seductive vampire feast
a primitive sexual romp
very nicely done
Thank you
Vixxx, what I felt from this poem perhaps more than anything was the powerfully raw emotion of human sexuality at its highest. Most often, people rarely if ever experience the purest form of lusty exhilaration and unbridled ecstasy. There is a time for making love, perhaps having sex simply for wanting and needing the closeness of another. But too few I believe, allow themselves the experience of almost savage, yet playful sensuality that heightens the senses, and allows us to explore that savage beast within us all. Tame are those who cage themselves in inhibitions. To experience at least once the pure unadulterated joy of intense pleasure without bounds...I know, for I have sampled such intensity, and remember it well. Wonderfully written my sultry tart. It feels good to be aroused once again.
I remain,
Thesandman
Don't know about History,
Don't know much Biology,
Don't know much about Science book,
Don't know much about the French I took,
But I do know that I like this,
And I hope you do more like this,
And a womderful world it would be.
A wonderful World it would be too.......
Just keep writing them, Please
(I am the poster child of the spelling challenged)
An old one I never savored;
recognizing all those growlings, I know
that with the Magnificent Warrior Queen's presence
all needs will be sated to Her satisfaction;
now other beasts can be penned, soothed, and laid to rest;
the new day's promise might bring much zest
to new crusades yet to be mounted.
Oh, and did I mention that I like it?
Quite the image you paint, taking advantage of my weakness for my 3 cats (the tom just loves his two playmates!), and after one hunger is sated, another calls out; a little wine and hot pasta - the perfect finish. Patricia