my grip guides a Cross pen across attentive parchment
no laments, compliments alone remain behind in graphite
euphoric concepts laid in lazy lines deigned by muse
the erasure is pristine pink, unmarked from the frustration
created in the ways of error and discontentments
curses
melodies whispered in magic on the wings of butterflies
content has drawn a smile wide upon my aged face
harmony had its way with my will and gently wrapped
the parchment, the pen and I in rapture upon my desk
the black art of poetry strummed chords of pleasure to me
in a call persuasive and knowing not the way of release
moment after intense moment of psycho-sensual glee
I recognize the satisfaction, a magnificent glass of port
a cup of tea simmering in front of my waiting taste
moonlight dancing creamy on a shimmering lake
a rose releasing devilish aromatics to my tentative nostrils
poetry, lewd mistress of my imagination you pleasure
me
with the impunity of a bawd house madam
Sheri
Cheers,
Dan
BTW, excellent poetry--subject and execution.
Ron
An interesting perspective. Well done.
Sheila
peace and love, Carole~
moonlight dancing creamy on a shimmering lake" wow ..wow ..wow Jon,,,amazing work~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
your poetic voice is exploring, seductive & embraceful
"Poetry, Lewd Mistress" marvels my thoughts with visions
and I too succomb to her alluring prowess...willingly she owns me
Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Georg
Regis
I guess a kinda repulsion. Powerful poetry.
You draw me in deep and it's thoroughly rewarding.
John