A Love Story

Thou hast traveled so far
For the sweetest wine
In my lands of vineyards
Where I may quench thy thirst
With pure wine that hast not been tampered

Ye may lust after
Thy temptress for thy hunger
For melons of sun sweat
And sugar canes
Come taste this garden with pride

Far will thy mind take thee?
In thy query of thy conclusion
No longer will this wine enhance
For the sun is high above thee
Lustful is the temperament of my fruit

I wait for thee
My body has become goaded
Before thy touch
Are thou worth the wait
I shall suffer no more

Rupture thy seeds
Before my fruit
As ripeness is not more than sweetness
My youth shall carry us through
As we melt into the dew

Thy care for my garden was well
My fruit shall swallow thy seeds
My nature is still pure as I change
Swollen with thy fruit I lay

Reviews

[Constance-Outspoken]

This isn't one of my faves of your writes... a bit too old fashioned, forced.... I will say the mental imagery and the feel of the last two stanzas is great. I agree with these gentleman here who say you write sensually, no matter what you write about. Your words are like really nice curves.

[Nicole]

this is really cool...I love the way it's written good job!

[.]

shhh...gardening
a wonderful pastime

[The Analog Kid]

I LOVE the way you write SO sexual, yet tastefully. The language is perfect: "garden, seeds, swallow, fruit, melons, etc." Beautiful, and passionate writing here. BTW...I like the formal tone you use.

Patrick

[David Lewis Paget]

Quite an erotic little piece. I don't know whether I'm comfortable with all the Biblical 'thou's, thy's and ye's' however. It's a little bit too nineteenth century for the modern reader. (There again, I may be wrong - it has happened!) LOL.

[safiredoll]

This is a wonderful poem; I enjoyed reading and feeling the depth of the verses.