Oh Perfectuions of Erotic Conquest
Pleasures of the Flesh Evoked By the Laso of Poetry
Sweetly In The Delicate Tastes of Our Hearts We See
"Sensual love artist" capturing us all
Lovely, Sensual & I also Kudos Richards Review!
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~ Embrassé
Vickie

An excellent written gem.We have a winner ! :-)

Edwin

Beautifully seductive! This evokes erotic fantasies to come out and play! HUGS! SC

The passion of poetry is released like some magic endorophin that triggers the sensuality of others. I believe that poets and lovers of poetry fall in love with the soul of the poet we read if their heart is in it.

fee

Wat a loving, passionate portrait you paint through your words...

Be always safe,
Karen

Isn't it a paradox? A man likes to consider himself as being such a love artist when, in reality, anytime a woman even so much as gives a damn about her lover, his crude attempts at artistic lovemaking pale under the blaze of glory she brings with her intuitive touch. He thinks of stimulating the flesh, while she caresses his passions with the creativity of a sculptor of aroused desires.

"I'll be your shameless tart,
your sultry canvas of soft flesh.
So cover me, oh glorify my senses,
in this sensually weaved love art."

Men consider dazzling their woman by the pasting of a few light kisses, while the woman's dream is "tenderly sprinkle my face with kisses."
Right there we see the difference in approach: The man wants to put his plane down right on the runway, while the woman pictures lightly fluttering into the nest of security.

Oh, yes, Denise, write on! If we men read enough, we might even remember to take our shoes off first.

With love and respect,
Richard