she's lost in the mundane
lamenting another rainy day
as steam rises from the streets
trapped in a never ending cycle
of humidity, Florida summerís bane
with closed eyes
and moistened lips
her heart feeling heavy
beneath the weight
standing at the sink
washing carots, cucumbers
and celery sticks
her lips quiver, reverberate
with every breath she waits to take
thoughts embrace a furtive kiss
a loverís escape from the rain
heís somewhere in the room
watching her from behind
she senses footsteps coming closer
as a hand runs through her hair
lips brush against her ear
while strong arms cinch her waist
pushing hard into her back
he says in a soft sexy voice,
ďwhatís for dinner, besides you?Ē
copyright © 2005 sara coslett
graphic: "rain" by sinclair stratton
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
*grins* I enjoyed this one. :) Spicy delight to read on a hot Texas afternoon...more reason to take a cold shower! HOT, HOT, HOT!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
|Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez
the way to man's heart is food,
then the heart gets going and oh no!lol.
Rich Criso Suaez
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|sizzling stew of a write...me like that kinda cooking!!
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|In these few words you've described what it is all about. And, you've done a wonderful job describing work and hunger and feasting. What else do we need?????? - Bill|
|Reviewed by Li Smith
|A sultry summer evening ... footsteps. Evocative!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|sounds like a man of good tatse ;)|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Nice piece enjoyed much
like the turn of events at it's end
im love my Florida rain
William .....peace & Love
|Reviewed by Julie Donner Andersen
|Cute last line! When Hubs and I were dating, he asked "Wanna screw?"....then held out a handful of nuts and bolts. (I'm such a sucker for romance. lol)
I like the descriptives in this poem. Made me feel the hot summer night.