Wintertide Howls (poem) by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse on AuthorsDen

Wintertide Howls
by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse → (All Poetry by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse)
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preparing for winter moons fireside pelt rugs archaic woven wools hickory logs placed
Photography Artist: PB_HASS http://pb-hass.deviantart.com/ Wintertide Howls Bivouac ranchers Bronco woman spurs Bales of straw rolled Seasonal bedding piled Twine saved for her… Alfalfa balers harvested Livestock shall eat fodders Our femininity tightly mounts Smells of winter soon… White rain falls hard Passion thrusts melt snow Flames smolder our heart Bareback riders unearth Dust shakes Indian rugs… Saddles hang on wood Unharnessed bridles fall Leather smells of lust sating Musk scent of woman tasted… Billet notes are securely stored Out by the lean-to built for storage The erotic pride of our rustic life We hang brawn victuals with rope Antlers salvage spiritual marrows… Her carved hair beads are firmly braided Stroking our fire’s grate burning within Provisions are shelved for winter moons We hang wet clothes by the fire’s mantel… Penetrating the girth of our arduous warmth The hearth of equestrian love explored We collect desire upon stables binary Laid in the loft were batten rods close sounds of our wintertide howls and moans… (Written: December 14^th, 2009 2:15 p/m) In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love Embraced ~ Embrassé poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on December 15, 2009

With a cowgirl like that...who needs a horse? (LOL) See what you make me say?!

Georg

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on December 14, 2009

A bit different, yet vividly enjoyable...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Victoria, you set the scene perfectly for this romp in the hay.
I like the way you're writing these days. -gene.

Reviewed by Eugene Williams

erotic masterfully crafted in desire, penned in need

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Victoria, "Musk scent of woman tasted". . ."Penetrating the girth of our arduous warmth" Excuse me . . . .
Love,
Deborah

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Yum :)

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Sap-beaded barnwood walls dripping in the kerosene shadows, hoot owl in the rafters...saddle soap six inches away...

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Well this one speaks of country and farm and winters where the favorite passtimes is often cuddling up with someone you love in front of a warm fire after watching the snow close in the world around you.
fee

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Love it. I'll be howling with the winter moons too. Excellent. Liz

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Striking, penetrating images, Vickie, barns, sheds, stores come fully alive with your presence, your power, your fire.

John

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

THIS pict. Is tantalizing!
"You" always AMAZE/STUN/Behoove Me with your WRITING STYLE VIC! LOVE THIS POEM! HAPPY! HOLIDAYS from Our Home to Yours! Stay Safe and Happy!

Blessings of Love! Lust!Joy and Peace!PurpleSHEE