removing his clothing slowly
keeping eye contact
of her
although she is afraid of
of rumors
of the swamp creature
she is proud of her body, her breasts
and all the rest
especially all the rest
her blond hair naturally wavy
eyes blue as southern skies
penetrating as an old gator's tracking gaze skin white as refined sugar cane his sun browned creases in both their faces adds flavor to the aura of their independence in the deepening ebony night he has come to her understanding she's as precious as midnight's beguiling she whispers
you wastes your passion on the frail of me if you are the Swamp Creature I am yours
a deepening chill overcame her
neither of them
can release the other
maybe her fondling, groping fingers
and his probing, shaking hands
are deceitful and lying
but I wouldn't want to be the one
to suggest it
You are and will always be, the Swamp Creature. The wellspring of your novels and fine poems like this. Keep them and us coming.
In reality, as the reality show shows, there is very little intimacy. If there is a spark in the first couple days of awkward interaction, it is lost as the reality of thirst, hunger, cold, sunburn, bug bite and real loneliness, all set in, in varying degrees, to take all of the ecstasy out of the experience and make Adam and Eve the real martyrs of survival.
You have a natural knack for writing sensual scenes, I think you can make a living out of it. Jerry's Starklin Romances . lol, Have a great day dear poet.
I used to watch this show, "Naked and Afraid", but after watching it a few times I had quickly lost interest in it.
As always, through the wonderment of your pen spilling out the creative juice of that romantic beast within you, tnis poem sets a beautiful and sensual atmosphere to the show! Great job, Jerry!!!
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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In reality, as the reality show shows, there is very little intimacy. If there is a spark in the first couple days of awkward interaction, it is lost as the reality of thirst, hunger, cold, sunburn, bug bite and real loneliness, all set in, in varying degrees, to take all of the ecstasy out of the experience and make Adam and Eve the real martyrs of survival.
Ron
Ed, you refuse because yer bod's so ugly!
Love ya!
Jane
As always, through the wonderment of your pen spilling out the creative juice of that romantic beast within you, tnis poem sets a beautiful and sensual atmosphere to the show! Great job, Jerry!!!
Sandie