Sensual metaphors

[FifthFlower]

Girl in Sandals

I liked your girl-watching poem, tungtied2u! Here's one watching a girl's sandaled feet, though not as erotic as yours unfortunately.

Her painted toes and fleshy feet
Look like they might be good to eat,
Except those nails are painted pink,
And when not washed, the toes will stink.
The light blue sandals that she wears
Will help the toes absorb the stares.
They're lovely, shining in moonlight,
And flip as feet move, left and right.
The stars praise pinks and blubbly blues.
The earth is slapped by flapping shoes.

 

[RhymeFairy]

shades of blue
dropped

to hide inside
with these feelings
of fury.

manipulation
plays here no longer.
paddle your treachery
on, to someone new.

this house
is weather guarded. signs
of intrusion
makes my digits,
edgy.





ever try and write to have the words play hide-n-seek
with your mind, grrrr. hate that.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Bull Riding


Straddled over a ton of tightened muscle
wrapping my hand in a hustle,
Sitting easy as I lower low,
nod my head for the gateman to go.

Swinging wide the shoot then opens
Looking to ride for 8 seconds, I'm hopeing.
Bull twists and turns and bucks up and down,
I see the darting of the arena clown.

Ass and spine clash on the beast
for just a few more seconds at least.
One hand tied while the other swings.
Riding live leather is one of my favorite things.

Then the buzzer sounds that I've timed
unravel my hand and off the beast I climb.
Scramble for cover as the clown comes out of hiding.
Ain't nothing like the thrill of Bull Riding.

 

[bluerains]

Dang

blue takes time off and the threads are singing to me...thanks for all your work...I shall try to reply to each of your wonderful pens....until then I leave you with my current
wip...thanks all ...miss being here...Blue

Time Lapse

Mind flowing through tavern tunes,
heart sighs in dancing quivers
remembering how the lyrics were shattered.
Tunes twisting in time taken singing her sin; as
if seeking her soul in sound could conjure
vibrations of her static serenade.
His whirlpool eyes waltz into the ghost from his
pocket as he strokes her faded photo.
Such a potent melody lets her live inside his
memory, for they had danced the consequences
of love.

 

[sweet GA peaches]

hmmm....

blue takes time off and the threads are singing to me...thanks for all your work...I shall try to reply to each of your wonderful pens....until then I leave you with my current
wip...thanks all ...miss being here...Blue

Time Lapse

Mind flowing through tavern tunes,
heart sighs in dancing quivers
remembering how the lyrics were shattered.
Tunes twisting in time taken singing her sin; as
if seeking her soul in sound could conjure
vibrations of her static serenade.
His whirlpool eyes waltz into the ghost from his
pocket as he strokes her faded photo.
Such a potent melody lets her live inside his
memory, for they had danced the consequences
of love.

I sat upon your bench,
listened in tune with verses of my own.
I sang that song once before-
Smashed my fingers with the closing
of a lid grand,
as his solo broke my heart.
I have no song for that now,
only the whisper of a faded melody,
that plays on and on, to long
after the concerto ended.
I hit replay,
wishing for pause.
A lost cause...
he could never sing the note-
to the tune of my key.


MUCHES luv to the BLU, dont know exactly what I wrote,
but you brought the melody... I just ran with a chorus.
luv2theblu.

-sGp-

 

[sellthecookie]

midnight, a certain
sweaty cloud
hovered above
a laundromat,
threatened to wet
the doorsteps,
and the snappily dressed
patrons sipping
coffee there, waiting
by the glass window, as if
browsing newly-born babies,
discussing politics,
bald women, forever
stamps, or love, while
the cycle was just
finishing, well-
collared clothes now
sighing in peace,
bone dry, at last, but
your eye just couldn't
let go of that unsuccessfully
banished stain, and its implied
lapse of breathing

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Radiant colors
grace the sky
reflected
by the river
that ribbons
around the bend.
Mezmerizeing water
in hypnotic stare
engulfed
by wilderness
seperated
by sandy shore
The stumps are
monumental timbers
reaching from it's depths
like hands to the heavens
caressed for now
by the rivers edge.
Quinching thirst
are deer and fawn
where they belong
as bird songs fill the air.
Touched by
a lite breeze
that toys
at loose leaves.
Coon and nutra
scamper about
teasing
squirrel and dog.
Pelicans that fly
in circles overhead,
a slight stinch
of watery bog
mixed with honeysuckle.
Tranquility and peace
in seclusion
This is where I reside...
Riverside.

 

[bluerains]

I sat upon your bench,
listened in tune with verses of my own.
I sang that song once before-
Smashed my fingers with the closing
of a lid grand,
as his solo broke my heart.
I have no song for that now,
only the whisper of a faded melody,
that plays on and on, to long
after the concerto ended.
I hit replay,
wishing for pause.
A lost cause...
he could never sing the note-
to the tune of my key.


MUCHES luv to the BLU, dont know exactly what I wrote,
but you brought the melody... I just ran with a chorus.
luv2theblu.

-sGp-

his fevery pitch
her mummers voice refined
ambient discord

 

[My Erotic Trail]

ah, the beautiful blue
sky above
on a lazy Sunday morning
up before the dawn
to watch a day's
birth
tickled by the blue

 

[bluerains]

ah, the beautiful blue
sky above
on a lazy Sunday morning
up before the dawn
to watch a day's
birth
tickled by the blue

blind unawareness
orgins of genesis
travailing in blue

 

[My Erotic Trail]

the blue traveler
a blue footed boobie
of galapagos

 

[bluerains]

the blue traveler
a blue footed boobie
of galapagos

navigating bushes
fondling fair fawn
her mane in his hand
whispering his breath
on her neck
night caresses
sand and thigh

 

[FifthFlower]

Apparently Not Able to Resist

She knows his anger with her must
Make his mind want to hold him back,
But sense the pressure of his thrust,
His grasping hand on flesh, the rush
Of bodies over-thrilled with lust.
Her egg awaits his seeds' attack.

 

[bluerains]

Dominion

Lighted eyes afloat.

Pain dusts lids like pollen.

How fluid you flew
into those stormy eyes
clay skin molded
by forest kissed mouth;
seeded silver spring rising.
Now,
your twig lay stiffened
stroking the leash
stinging the pinnacle.

 

[bluerains]

Noctiluca

You sire an ambient
awakening in my soul.
Envisioned as a phantom
sea phosphorescent,
your ray of hope
lay light at the feet
of this lamenting heart.
I drop the petals from
love's eternal lotus
and glide softly onto
your firefly of dreams.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Noctiluca

You sire an ambient
awakening in my soul.
Envisioned as a phantom
sea phosphorescent,
your ray of hope
lay light at the feet
of this lamenting heart.
I drop the petals from
love's eternal lotus
and glide softly onto
your firefly of dreams.

the song bird sings
while little ladys dance
in light breezed words
and soft footed steps
they soar

 

[bluerains]

the song bird sings
while little ladys dance
in light breezed words
and soft footed steps
they soar

feathers and blue lace
puts a smile upon your face
catching her skirt tails...

 

[RhymeFairy]

the nightingales song


a breeze traipses through
as thundering hooves beckon.
elastic ears, tunnel through
to the other side. catch,

one small note
of fever dressed emotions.
fly away, on the wings
of the mourning dove.
all is at peace. finally,
there is peace.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

the nightingales song


a breeze traipses through
as thundering hooves beckon.
elastic ears, tunnel through
to the other side. catch,

one small note
of fever dressed emotions.
fly away, on the wings
of the mourning dove.
all is at peace. finally,
there is peace.

I like (~_~)
only in reality ..at this point
it is the calm before the storm...
till 15 British Marines make it home... (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

Cosmic Cocktail

He drinks of her world like Drambuie.
Sipping her snifter like essence
slowly into every corner
of his honey milked head...

Sustained by silver strands
from Nirvana hills
and dragon juice, she is
concepts that transcend
the mundane while
tracing the borders
of savage domains.

Through protoplasmic flow
she is a creation play
reflection of the void,
minding the fields of
his boundless garden
fused by his lightning,
hidden by eclipse,
riding his thunder...

 

[bluerains]

rain music
shunned sunlit sky
amber waved
moonbeam dried
a tender sea
shifted
between you and I
your crimson bride
catching
another song played

 

[My Erotic Trail]

rain music
shunned sunlit sky
amber waved
moonbeam dried
a tender sea
shifted
between you and I
your crimson bride
catching
another song played

sun beams filtered
through the forest's canopy
a veil if light engulfs me
blinding me with
enlightenment

 

[bluerains]

silhouettes of sun

love is a shrine
shadow cast
from formless fever
a duel death
fracturing orgasmic pinions
fortified by lightning
magnified

 

[My Erotic Trail]

love is a shrine
shadow cast
from formless fever
a duel death
fracturing orgasmic pinions
fortified by lightning
magnified

buried
those that have passed away
mingling
with those yet to be born

standing on the soil
absorbed in...
...my time!

 

[bluerains]

buried
those that have passed away
mingling
with those yet to be born

standing on the soil
absorbed in...
...my time!

borders of friendship
draw down rain drenched
rivers of passion
designed to shed
flesh for touch and taste
and traced breath
tangles of heat
meant to last
into the eternity
of orgasmic memory
silent in sacred radiance...