The Sway~

Her soul started swaying

to the hurt

in the quake of a violin

strings

a swing

made of gold braided rope

a scroll unwinding its supple leather of hope

madmen on knees rocking a burning cradle

aromatic spirit steaming

a gold plated ladle

tipped

softly sipped

drips

in cinnamon caress

trails down her throat

between moon breasts

kissing origami notes

folded dove pearl

his teeth strike for the girl

but girl is cobra

scaled in lightning arch

tattooed arm

sharp hand with sharper fingertips

clench his primal howl

slip of vermillion cowl

revelation

his anticipation

drawn across her lips

his syrup

her boots in stirrups

stallion quivering between her thighs

“Is this goodbye?” he works the  binding

her laughter a storm, blinding

crescendo

bejeweled with innuendo

inescapable grasp

of her hand

around his wrist

“I will not be another point that you will miss.”

she pulls him up with ease

“Please . . . “ his wince

“Oh come now, prince.”

she winks

struts her animal in primal back against his hips

in a saddle

his quivering arrow

in a bow

“Why so quaky now when we’ve sealed the down below?”

the horse expands his flanks between her thighs

she pulls his press of metal deep into her side

the man pressed into her spine

his arms impress her waist

a pop of reality displaced

she swallows mulberry

shadows

from the trees

raspberry hollows from the ground

“You are everything, and more.” he says “Everything that astounds.”

her laughter dark smoke

a clearing for repose

slide

unwind

her appetite

he comes undone

so this

is

love

her soul stained glove

between his dreams

groping

stoking

his death with her life

the arch of his spine

between her teeth a silver knife

lethal berry

the man now wary

stallion turns

his hooves whisper

waiting

at his back a man placating

a forever woman always so mistaken

for w***e

by a world without an eye

jeweled between the lotus of the mind

the palm of an open box

snuggled deep  Pandora womb

her sway down through his soul

opens up the bole

divides him from his skin

she slips

sips him down with gin

her soul swaying

her fingertips

on the strings of a violin

playing

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Ed Hart]

"Okay, cut...cut!!!...Everybody, take five...Selene, come here! You can't take that much pleasure in it. I want a stern, determined face when he's wincing. And, get that idiot out of the background, with his hands playing around in his pants. Yes, him. Out! Out!...Okay, everybody, take your places. Selene, stop laughing...Alright, lights, camera, action..."

[Crow]

Wow, takes my breath. The words, the imagery, the rhythm all finely tuned.

[Aven]

Truly amazing. Vivid, evocative, intriguing - beauty.

[.]

wow..that's like a fairytale..you meter and flow in your work is impeccable but this was outstanding..it's shouting to be read out loud, the words are so fragrantly descriptive as they are alone, together though they are genuis, this it perfection to me..

[Jibey]

I'm just overwhelmed when I read these astonishing poems, with their overflowing diction piling image upon image with one leading into another. The erotic trembles and stirs throughout... take the following, like a mythological encounter of the gods, with steaming animal thrustings...

the horse expands his flanks between her thighs
she pulls his press of metal deep into her side
the man pressed into her spine
his arms impress her waist

...and the wonderful conclusion as she sips him down with her gin... *smiles*

[Robin]

once again through the looking glass of your eyes ~