A sensual beauty! Superior use of line that draws emotion with each turn...the passion is easily felt in this piece. Lovely ~ Elizabeth
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2009
..the froth that foams at the mouth of any love, be it a bosoming ocean or a siren'd woman. ..
you delight them both with your voice and pwoer; the iamges so securely seduced and induced as to hypnotic effectuals. . .
i love this voice from you.
who cares about sand in all the wrong places?
all the curves and waves and lilts and thrills and crashing. . .
i could drown in stuff like this.
mmm.
> <
ness
... i can feel my fish-tail grow as i read this, Gene! :)) Definitely no barnicles on you!! Love this: beautifully sustained metaphor that delivers the sunken treasure! xx
I guess the sea is good enough to be one with mean Gene, at least you versed the attraction. But I don't like sharks and salt water. Hey the beach is alright though. nice poem
this is a fine metaphor and quite an erotic sail boat ride Gene -- ride the crest of the waves my friend, each and ever one of them -- fabulous poem -- peace and love-- Jon Michael
Gene,
Sensuous erotic currents on the surface and beneath, beautifully phrased and admirably controlled, and great use of the subjunctive setting the essential tone.
John
Now this is how to use something as ordinary as the sea (for most anyway) and paint it in sensuality.. very very nice!!! Again... you surpise me with something unexpected.
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you delight them both with your voice and pwoer; the iamges so securely seduced and induced as to hypnotic effectuals. . .
i love this voice from you.
who cares about sand in all the wrong places?
all the curves and waves and lilts and thrills and crashing. . .
i could drown in stuff like this.
mmm.
> <
ness
Loved it and the romanticism it eludes in the
"allure of the sea"
Take care,
Gwendolyn
splendid poem
Carole~
one can taste the sea salt air (notice I did not say smell! you
really can taste it!) the sea is full of itself and a force
to be reckoned with much like the sensual soul, unleashed
like the ocean waves, crashing, crashing, wild and untamed
like the power of any consuming passion...
great poem...
nice touch to a cold morning...LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Newfie hugs, Rose
Sensuous erotic currents on the surface and beneath, beautifully phrased and admirably controlled, and great use of the subjunctive setting the essential tone.
John
stan
Myrna
Running on a rock jetty or groin,
Like we were as kids,
Only wearing a cloth known as loin...ed