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Click hereStep in, back straight,
hair pinned with tortoiseshell.
Your delight is in this artifice
we make tonight, this lovers’ game,
a water play in sloping porcelain.
The Nag Champa burns sweet,
the room’s aglow with candlelight
reflecting on the bubbles, foaming
prisms, fragile rainbow eddies
clinging, drifting, every tiny breath
or shift revealing or concealing
heat-pinked shining flesh.
The rivulets are slipping, sliding
snaking beads of moisture
steaming down the arc of silk
or pattering in drip and drops,
gentle light rain that falls
in plips and plops from the sponge
you hold above. Oh your eyes,
smiling on my arch-seraphic senses,
swimming in a sea of soapy love.
elegant / i enjoyed this thoroughly / do you think it deserves a better title? /
non of that stuff's allowed in Maine.
LOL
I know everythings ok when you write something that makes me feel like a 20 year old.
Thank you Ange
A beautiful, erotic and mesmerizing poem, Angeline. You walk that slippery line between erotic and prurient with aplomb and skill!
What does the title mean?
Very softly spoken with smooth slippery sounds mmmm
so
you gonna put yourself in a tub for your next av?
kidding
Angeline this was a lovely poem.
my god, that is just beautiful angeline!! your subtle internal rhyme is excellent, this poem just exudes love and contentment. a wonderful read :)