Who is she
this goddess of love
that seduces my heart
with just her pen and paper
She paints my dreams and
desires on her canvas
as if she already knows my heart.
She has become the masseuse of my
mind
My hard body aches to feel her warm flesh pressed against me
the softness of her firm full breasts
To lose all sense of time and space
as her kisses take me to the edge
of ecstasy
How can I resist her velvet touch
or the soft valley between her ivory
mounds of pleasure?
My hands all over them
Lips and tongue teasing nipples
to bloom like rosebuds
My hands caressing her voluptuous
hips and her silky thighs
Bra and panties tossed carelessly
to the floor like yesterday's
newspaper
My fingers spread the lips
of her tunnel to paradise
My tongue eagerly licks it's sweetness until her wine overflows
and oozes out the cornors of my mouth
We embrace and hold each other
Grateful for seduction's season
I guess you already know what i'm going to say "WOOOOOO" and "WOOOOOO". This make me laugh as it made me look for my yesterdays paper "Bra and panties tossed carelessly
to the floor like yesterday's
newspaper"
Please write more, please. I'll be waiting.
Your Fan Always,
The African Poet.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on May 25, 2003
Sensual and beautiful this is omantic and erotic.
Peggy
I loved this! "Bra and panties tossed carelessly
to the floor like yesterday's
newspaper" You created a vision of utter abandoned passion and slow lingering sensuality.
The season for seduction...my what a bountiful reunion each time it comes round.
Your Goddess is loved and to be cherished in owrds like this incorporates all art to paper...to the canvas of silks that envelope your mind. These words are priceless avenues of pleasure. She is fortunate. You are blessed.
Susan
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2003
Obviously a Goddess that has grabbed your attention! Great write.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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to the floor like yesterday's
newspaper"
Please write more, please. I'll be waiting.
Your Fan Always,
The African Poet.
Peggy
to the floor like yesterday's
newspaper" You created a vision of utter abandoned passion and slow lingering sensuality.
Candida
Your Goddess is loved and to be cherished in owrds like this incorporates all art to paper...to the canvas of silks that envelope your mind. These words are priceless avenues of pleasure. She is fortunate. You are blessed.
Susan