soul of the satyr restless moves
to the beat of an ancient drum
and all your innocence removes
as to your fiery bed he comes
we meet again in flames of lust
and in love we drown our sorrows
our sensible reason turned to dust
this night outshines all morrows
i swim the river, climb the wall
like a mist creep into your soul
unafraid i brave the steepest fall
driven like mythical beast of old
soft murmurings from scarlet lips
warm thighs that call my name
alabaster hills with rose hued tips
my tongue to drive you insane
play my flute with notes of fire
taste raised horn of the unicorn
sighs become screams of desire
dark pleasures flow until morn
the gate of heaven beckons me
scent of your venusian perfume
wondrous journeys of galaxies
we travel locked in this room
kisses where the lotus blooms
nectar sweet flows from a fount
the dreading of the dawn it looms
as saddle of the beast you mount
ride on wild and freedom borne
ride on vixen but you‘ll never tame
the beastly satyr in your bed
hold tight to his long dark mane
Don Juan....
Oh sensual poet....your closing verse is beautiful with the pleasures of primal passions, I really like your erotic sensuality you have penned
May The Passions of Your Flute Play On & On
and may your provocative pen continue to kiss the canvas of your paper's express
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
This is what I like to see - a poet who has done their research into mythology and ancient history...Soul Of The Satyr has literary substance...this is by far, your best poetry DJ! It's a different style - soft erotica through storytelling...this is the kind of poetry which makes it into the upper tier ezines such as Poetry Life & Times...Editor Robin Ouzman-Hislop loves poetry like this...I encourage you to quill a half a dozen or so of this style and submit them as a batch to Poetry Life & Times...tell Robin I sent you. This is feature poetry!
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Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage
Who knew the Wright's had a trunk full of hidden family secrets? Searching for treasure and hidden family secrets is one way to fuel the flames of passion.
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Oh sensual poet....your closing verse is beautiful with the pleasures of primal passions, I really like your erotic sensuality you have penned
May The Passions of Your Flute Play On & On
and may your provocative pen continue to kiss the canvas of your paper's express
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Love,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.