- Erotic Poetry
- Succulent
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I wish I were a succulent,
Incapable of sitting still,
Soaked down to my roots –
Potted temptress on window sill.
I would poke out my buds,
Lure you with my spines,
Let you drink in my ripeness,
Vow to make you only mine.
You and I make a good match;
I retain love for you to drain,
And my rigid exterior belies
A high threshold for pain.
Prickly with your heat,
I am primed to ooze sap
Stored like uncried tears
Delectable enough to lap.
When you finally come home,
Reality bursts my bubble
Like a pin poked in my leaves
Or a razor cutting stubble.
Despite my low maintenance,
And high tolerance for solitude,
I fancy that you will look my way
To launch a hands-on interlude.
- COMMENTS
vrosej10over 13 years agoI like the analogy. I think the third stanza maybe lets it down a bit; possibly it could be improved by introducing more of the cactus imagery. This is just my opinion, as always, not to be mistaken for fact. :)
