|Reviewed by Joe Fleckenstein
|Beautiful words and images, in particular the last stanza. --Joe :-)
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|Hey, this is good! Very well done. I'm trying to cool down, but you owe me... my monitor turned to syrup in a massive meltdown! ! ! !
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Absolutely beautiful, I just love your poetry,
|Reviewed by jude forese
|erotic beauty flows from your heart ... exceptional poetry that makes us all vicariously experience the wonder, enchantment and excitation of dream's heated lather ... luv the title ...|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Got me in a lather...
|Reviewed by Sandra Mushi
|An intense erotic write oozing with lust and passion! Absolutely amazing beautiful! Hot!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Lisa you took the word hot to a new high ;-) Wow!
I agree with Sherry smooth erotica!
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|With the term "erotica," I generally ecpect to find a little coarseness, but not in this erotic poem. This is a beautiful, arrousing, heart pumping and temperature rising,poem as sweet as true love itself. Gorgous write, my friend, and an amazing contrast, in content, to your earlier post today.
|Reviewed by M. B.
People with high blood pressure should not read this.
Delicious and enthralling!!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Hot hot hot and man Lisa this one sure perks up a man on a warm summers evening, had me hanging on every word and the clarity of your images made me feel like a voyeur at your bedroom window (by the way nice thong you took off lol just kidding. This was one hell of a beautiful, passionate write that transcends erotica. Well done.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thorougly erotic and passionate; thank you for sharing this gift, Lisa. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Your words have succeeded in melting my monitor and raised the temp about a thousand degrees...dang, it's HOT in herre! LOL Very effective, passionate write--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|My eyes never wavered from the screen and words as I sat, spellbound by the intensity of this poem of lust and love. For what is lust but not love of the moment? And what is love without lust for the kicker? You took us on a ride, cleaned us up for dreams of another time. Some people can write erotic and then there are those who can write EROTIC poetry. You belong to the latter.|