August surf
rhythms of midnight color
animate my sleep.
She forewarns me
from the sea
she will slip into my night
through a portal
I never knew I had.
Bedroom in faint light,
late summer’s misty moon.
I wrestle my pillow,
try to free myself from tangled thoughts--
aware
I’m not alone.
Hello, she whispers,
a voice pursued many times on cyberwings.
I sense her touch
doing marvelous things in the hairs
on my chest,
hot breath explores the length of my body,
busy tongue skillfully
releasing latent sensations
experienced now
in guarded anticipation:
erect,
throbbing,
vital--
reaching for her face
masked in purple shadows.
seizing her,
pulling her to me,
again
again
again…
impassioned lips on mine.
Her cry: .
come to me now
Prolonged joy…
consumed in sounds of the sea.
She giggles softly,
closing my portal against the night,
abandons me
in uneasy sleep…
Sounds Like Your Spiritual Lover Left To Soon
(Amber Will You Be Returning Soon?) ;)
Gene, your poem is lovely & impassioned with erotic capture!!
I Love The Intensity of Desire's Need....
"seizing her,
pulling her to me,
again
again
again…
impassioned lips on mine."
ohhhhh laaa laaaa!!!
Much Love & May Your Portal Open Again & Again
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Newfie Hugs, Rose
and i love all the fore[word]play
as if tis really on the illuminating moon that swirled your mind [and body], creating artistic renditions of chaotic bliss in that 'midnight colour'...so much depth and dark.ness in there; i dont think she really left.. .
you might want to check under the covers
or at the very least, in the corners
of your heart.
tinged with sexiness, this.
well spake thusly.
+ness
I love the mystic sense of your poem.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Sandie Angel :o)
Your writing is the best dream re-creation on record. It's so damned real, I'm jealous as hell ! ! ! What is her dream number..... for a good friend, of course. Seriously, I would like to borrow her on a lonely night, soon. Okay?