A "flat iron skiff" is the archetypal rowboat -- pointed stem, flat stern, curving sides, the shape of the bottom reminds one of the sole of a steam iron...
The boat is a flat iron skiff,
the finest of her kind, flat-bottomed,
stable, unsinkable, small,
small enough that our legs touch.
Just the right size for this stream;
the river is over hung with willows,
in the back bays lily pads support
bullfrogs the size of rabbits.
In the cattails the blue heron wait
for lunch to swim near.
There is no sound save the frogs
the swish of the oars and the
murmur of our conversation.
As I row I chant a psalm to you:
to your fire, to your eyes, your hair.
It is the perfect poem spoken and
heard only by those who need
to speak and to hear, remembered
forever, but never repeated.
The words caress, entice, invite.
The subtle pressure of your leg against
mine tells me what I need to know,
and makes it hard to maintain my stroke
Finally the river curves to the left
revealing the boat house at the back
of a small bay. The boat drifts in to
dock inside of the boat house.
As I help you out of the boat you
lean against me, a long lingering
lean of promise and desire. Upstairs,
in the sail loft I approach you, but
my hands tremble so much I cannot unbutton
you blouse. You laugh and let me stew
just long enough then undo it yourself.
As hungrily we kiss i un hook your bra.
Arching your back you offer your beasts
to me but I start at your navel
licking around to and then up your spine . . .
Now our bodies begin to chant psalms
to passion, to us, to now
It is the perfect poem spoken and
heard only by those who need
to speak and to hear, remembered
forever, but never repeated.
The words, such words as bodies use
invite, inflame, intoxicate.
The rising pressure of heart and loin makes it hard to maintain the stroke.
But we carry on, rowing together along a
deep flowing stream, until, at last we arrive.
For the rest of that day and into the night
we sing our boat song as we travel by stages
rowing togther upon the deep flowing river.
We awake in the grey dawn wrapped in each other
and an old sail to begin our journeys anew.
you did it like a gentleman...row-row your boat gently down the stream...........in silence like a leaf floating on its own!!
Love
this genlte HOT write!!
Love
Tinka
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on July 24, 2003
Well John, you rascal, you. [smiles] Nicely done.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on July 24, 2003
John you have bewitched me with this male siren song!!!! Not only is this passionate and erotic as I requested but it is also stimulating (Yes I know I requested that to)BUT I am talking stimulating also for it's ORIGINALITY via form, function and content. I absolutely love the whole Boat idea and all the things connected with it...PERFECT BEWITCHING PASSIONATE EROTIC STIMULATING ENCHANTMENT my dear!!!!
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~
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Do men write romance novels?
You should. This was awesome.
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Love
this genlte HOT write!!
Love
Tinka
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~