Beguiling Ballet

Beguiling Ballet

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Distance loving ….

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Beguiling Ballet



A clandestine

Exchange of ardour style

Silently skimming

Like smooth stones

Skipping gently

Across an iridescent pool

Brings a myriad rippling

Of delectable delights


How powerful

This lovers’ luscious language

Written touch receptive

Upon hearts’ surfaces

Bringing waves

Of ardent expressive fervour

Connecting souls

Abstractedly at a distance


Desirable dialogue

In teasingly tempt nature

Mutually rebounds

Excitements of imaginations

With every

Sensual word whisperingly spoken

Reciprocating endearments

Danced in tandem


Oh how

The beguiling ballet of banter thrives

Feed upon

Unlimited possibilities of arousals

Their attractions

Nurture newer forms of pleasures

Of what to expect

When they do finally meet


Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018


© 2018 Phill Oz O'fee


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Mmmm..... does distance make heart grow fonder?

Then what about those....who have not yet met . ..still the heart tends to ache for them isn't it Phill.... must be the magic of words...

Your words dance to a erotic rhythm of their own... like a delicious dessert served on a platter for devouring.... yummilicious or some other new word
I should come up with ... 😍
If UK heat did this....I would want UK to be forever at a high temperature..... ;)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is one of your best, when it comes to word crafting with regards to the way the words sound in your chosen arrangements. Sometimes your word choices can tend to be a pile-up of complex words (other poems) . . . & this poem has more "air" to breathe, more separation, more moments to pause with simplicity, in the middle of your complexity . . . that's why this really works well & reads more smoothly & effortlessly than some of yours do. I have a similar issue & Gee told me my latest posting is such a tongue-twister that he accidentally spit out his dentures! *smile* Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I do like this. It has a lovely flow and softness to it. A slow simmer. i would have but two minor suggestions for you to ponder. As always, there are sometimes reasons for certain words readers do not always know, so feel free to take as you wish Abstract, at a distance as opposed to Abstractedly, and feeding as opposed to feed to flow with beguiling in the preceding lines.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

there is nothing like writings back and forth, poems back and forth, like glances, then touches and then consummating love through words...just something extremely sensual in that.
really like this Phill.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Oh the delightful expectation! Alliterative bounty in this excellent poem Phill. Clever, playful verses so well-written- “This lover’s luscious language” so eloquent and flirtatious. Love across the web or the phone or the page-“unlimited possibilities of arousals” definitely do abound. And patience is a virtue learned in bytes...Great write!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mmmm..... does distance make heart grow fonder?

Then what about those....who have not yet met . ..still the heart tends to ache for them isn't it Phill.... must be the magic of words...

Your words dance to a erotic rhythm of their own... like a delicious dessert served on a platter for devouring.... yummilicious or some other new word
I should come up with ... 😍
If UK heat did this....I would want UK to be forever at a high temperature..... ;)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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