Sultry Soliloquy Fragrant dark rose, drips. On my knees, lips hesitate – I taste fingertips. Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrLike Loading... Related
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 4:44 pm On your knees, a dark, Lulling song – red petals swarm, A throng on your lips. Reply
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 6:08 pm Your imprint lingers, Two apples bruised, their flesh moans And carpet burns knees. Reply
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 6:40 pm Your eyes, a deep well, Endless, laden desire – Their lips brim – my flare.
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 7:06 pm Morning calls sunlight, Fingers knot between my thighs – softest surrender.
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 7:10 pm Your face in morn’s sun, A sun in my heart, smiling, Belonging’s whisper. Reply
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 7:16 pm Under a dawn sky Magnolia petals part, An ocean of scent. Reply
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 7:24 pm Your brow, a pink dawn, A soft rain, your cheeks and eyes, My kisses drizzle.
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 7:26 pm Artistry begins, Breathless strokes of silk on flesh, Weaving subtle bliss.
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 7:33 pm Art of sublime bliss – Your hair, my thread, your breath, wine, My verse strokes your heart. Reply
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 7:36 pm Veiled breath tastes me, Wreaths woven with moonlight hues Murmur upon skin. Reply
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 7:45 pm Moon’s light, a silk-dress, The stars a wreath, crown your head, Breath of dream, weaves you.
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 7:48 pm Knotted, hand in hair Weaving a basket for fruit. My warm skin shivers.
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 7:50 pm From my tree, ripe fruit, Your basket fills, white and red, From my hand, you bite. Reply
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 7:57 pm In the rain, my skin Softens and moulds to your touch. I bite, teeth graze flesh. Reply
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 8:05 pm My strokes on your skin, Seeds sown deep in my garden. Your bite, a pain dear.
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 8:10 pm Separate me, draw Every last drop from my well – teardrops shall fill it.
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 8:16 pm White tears in your eyes, The sky’s face rains, wets my mouth. I receive, give you. Reply
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 8:21 pm My thighs a flutter, Watching birds migrate in waves, Exhaling your verse. Reply
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 8:26 pm My verse, a droplet, Your thighs, a pond – ripples swell, The throb engulfs you.
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 18, 2011 at 8:49 pm Habibi, take me Home – poetry, candles, wine To stifle my screams. -sighs-
Pierre says: June 18, 2011 at 8:55 pm Our souls, one house, Habibati, we, One wine, Scream reason goodbye. -kiss- Reply
expatinCAT says: June 21, 2011 at 7:00 pm Your lips / are brackets / around my desire… // Peter. Reply
Sultry Soliloquy says: June 21, 2011 at 7:06 pm Ooh Peter! …another teaser! …you must let me know when you post ‘Love’ Reply
expatinCAT says: June 25, 2011 at 8:35 am Already posted! Go see! // ‘Your lips…’ is from an upcoming post… 😉
On your knees, a dark,
Lulling song – red petals swarm,
A throng on your lips.
Your imprint lingers,
Two apples bruised, their flesh moans
And carpet burns knees.
Your eyes, a deep well,
Endless, laden desire –
Their lips brim – my flare.
Morning calls sunlight,
Fingers knot between my thighs
– softest surrender.
Your face in morn’s sun,
A sun in my heart, smiling,
Belonging’s whisper.
Under a dawn sky
Magnolia petals part,
An ocean of scent.
Your brow, a pink dawn,
A soft rain, your cheeks and eyes,
My kisses drizzle.
Artistry begins,
Breathless strokes of silk on flesh,
Weaving subtle bliss.
Art of sublime bliss –
Your hair, my thread, your breath, wine,
My verse strokes your heart.
Veiled breath tastes me,
Wreaths woven with moonlight hues
Murmur upon skin.
Moon’s light, a silk-dress,
The stars a wreath, crown your head,
Breath of dream, weaves you.
Knotted, hand in hair
Weaving a basket for fruit.
My warm skin shivers.
From my tree, ripe fruit,
Your basket fills, white and red,
From my hand, you bite.
In the rain, my skin
Softens and moulds to your touch.
I bite, teeth graze flesh.
My strokes on your skin,
Seeds sown deep in my garden.
Your bite, a pain dear.
Separate me, draw
Every last drop from my well
– teardrops shall fill it.
White tears in your eyes,
The sky’s face rains, wets my mouth.
I receive, give you.
My thighs a flutter,
Watching birds migrate in waves,
Exhaling your verse.
My verse, a droplet,
Your thighs, a pond – ripples swell,
The throb engulfs you.
Habibi, take me
Home – poetry, candles, wine
To stifle my screams.
-sighs-
Our souls, one house,
Habibati, we, One wine,
Scream reason goodbye.
-kiss-
Your lips / are brackets / around my desire… // Peter.
Ooh Peter! …another teaser!
…you must let me know when you post ‘Love’
Already posted! Go see! // ‘Your lips…’ is from an upcoming post… 😉