A favorite book
Crack it open
Feel the spine rest
Fingers drawn light
Across worn sheets
Wrapping meanings
Through the words
Eyes wandering,
Skimming, absorbing
As the spoken voice
Is just that
And what is happening
Is actually
All of it,
Waiting to be devoured
Page by page
A favorite book
Crack it open
Feel the spine rest
Fingers drawn light
Across worn sheets
Wrapping meanings
Through the words
Eyes wandering,
Skimming, absorbing
As the spoken voice
Is just that
And what is happening
Is actually
All of it,
Waiting to be devoured
Page by page
Oh! And not that I need an excuse, but I went out this morning, which is why I disappeared for a hot minute.
Tulips are such beautiful flowers.
Not sure about creative but it could be a title!
It’s these days -
The ones that leave memories floating
Bobbing slowly to the surface
Of otherwise placid minds
When the comfort of the sun
Resembles the presence
Of your fingertips
When the meadows of flowers
Call out for our attention
As they once did
When the breezes
Speak in your voice
Words that are always
When the morning’s rainfall
Is a shower
Steaming with your kiss
It’s these days
That made pushing through
That pain of before -
Before the warmth in your touch
Before the picking of daisies
Before those intimate whispers
Before our bodies met
Before we found each other…
It’s these days filled with reminders
That make this
Worth each and every hurdle.
Another fabulous poem. So sensual. Never crossed my mind that was about a book.
With your works, I always assume it is somehow about sex.
That's the way I feel about my new Grisham book ... I just don't look nearly that sexy
How about “Cherries and toes, and lots in between”?
Good thing you didn’t ask for a creative title here because I had to stop thinking for a bit
Very sexy, in my book. A page turner.
Thank you for your compliments, but you know what they say: be careful with what you ASSUME, it can make an ASS out of U and ME.
Yes, I'm very familiar with that saying. I used that a lot in my career.
However, when it comes to your poems here on Lit, even if I assumed incorrectly, I really don't believe anyone will think either of us is an ass.
Maybe they will think I am a pervert thinking everything is about sex, but I can accept that.
Bending to you,
A flower to the sun,
Heat of your body calling to me
A tug, pull, movement
Your hands to my hips
Closer as we press
Together
Passioned bodies
Found in each other
Something unseen by the world
Buried in time
A capsule underground
There always
Never forgotten
Welcome to the thread, lustfulraj. I hope you continue to find things that make you stop thinking… just for a bit.
Beautiful thread/s! And good evening 
Bending to you,
A flower to the sun,
Heat of your body calling to me
A tug, pull, movement
Your hands to my hips
Closer as we press
Together
Passioned bodies
Found in each other
Something unseen by the world
Buried in time
A capsule underground
There always
Never forgotten
Hehe, I bet you can more than accept that… and though I’m not likely seen as an ass, I hear mine is a cute one.
Bending to you,
A flower to the sun,
Heat of your body calling to me
A tug, pull, movement
Your hands to my hips
Closer as we press
Together
Passioned bodies
Found in each other
Something unseen by the world
Buried in time
A capsule underground
There always
Never forgotten
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Love the addition of the rope to your outfit. And finding new treasures with a lover is always such fun. Always new and exciting
Thank you Moochienanu! There were lots of ... things on this thread that made me stop thinking for a bit until the wee hours of the morning
Lovely prose. Oh, to be someone’s sun.
Please don’t crush the blossoms.
I just really love how you paint mental images of unseen emotions and the forces of nature that attract one to another.
AND.....
Thank you very much for giving us a front and back view of your lovely body and your rope work. Confirmation that you have a beautiful derriere.
Bending to you,
A flower to the sun,
Heat of your body calling to me
A tug, pull, movement
Your hands to my hips
Closer as we press
Together
Passioned bodies
Found in each other
Something unseen by the world
Buried in time
A capsule underground
There always
Never forgotten
