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Click hereOh! How I ache
for the skin of the boys,
my summer loves
the days and nights
in the deep woods
with nothing but the loon's cry
across the lake
to mark the first kisses,
the fumbling heated touches,
the virgin smoothness
of these unschooled babies
as they grew to manhood bit by bit
deep inside of me
my Mother the moon
lighting the cold water lake as
chilled goosebumpy flesh
warmed my hardened nipples
floating, teased by the motion of
untamed thrusts
as love eternal
was sworn between spurts
of blonde blue eyed orgasms
to walk again the piney path
trembling in anticipation
toward a new postulant
of my temple of lust
Oh how I ache
for the sweet salty taste
of my summer loves
and the mona lisa cry of the loon.
in this poem! I don't see it as over the top at all--it's a lovely nostalgic remembrance with language appropriate to the imagery. Kinda made me think of the lyric to Springsteen's Spirits in the Might, which I guess is the Joisey version of your poem. :D
line of "and the mona lisa cry of the loon" was soft and enjoyable, but the bodice-ripping feel of the poem sent mixed images.
is a poem in itself...where IS that H? maybe my 5 will be enuf ;)
A fiver from me. Simply lovely, Boo, drenched in a yearning for a simpler time.
"the mona lisa cry of the loon" - a very intriguing phrase,
I had never thought of the call in that sense before.
I love this
my Mother the moon
lighting the cold water lake as
chilled goosebumpy flesh
warmed my hardened nipples
Thank you Moon Sister!
wonderful imagery in an excitingly erotic poem. I loved those blue-eyed orgasms you inspired here and the closing line... inspired.
jim : )
I could almost close my eyes and be there with you. Very well captured moment and feeling, Boo. Too sweet to be called nostalgic. :)
days.
and you captured it perfectly.
Made me pause and think for a few minutes
spin the bottle
yep
This brought it all back
Great job
Thank you
...and sweet. Captures beautifully the feeling of longing and loss.