Feline Ways

Feline Ways


Tony DeLorger © 2016

Those feminine wiles,
so mesmerizing, so alluring,
to remove all reason and sense,
eyes transfixed by curves
that lead to fantasy’s door;
and who can remain unaffected,
feet upon earth, not misdirected,
when a smile can disarm a soul

Here, where time rescinds its hold,
where future bares no consideration,
the flesh ignites into fiery passion;
when silken thighs and crested mounds
and warm soft flesh in blissful rounds,
engulf all mind and soul,
to question nothing and fall to ecstasy’s will,
lost within a feline spill,
a carnivorous gleaning vision.

And none shall compare,
to the sacrifice of surrender,
a man of steel to marshmallow fields,
a babe in arms, a wide-eyed nodding mess,
when woman finds her mark,
elicits spark, and
sucks the very marrow from the husk,
yes, none shall compare
to ecstasy’s tether, a willing state of affair.

Tony DeLorger
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

7 thoughts on “Feline Ways

  • May 19, 2016 at 6:33 PM

    Oh my! Tony, this is very passionate – dare I say erotic? Such powerful expression of a man’s desire and surrender. Makes me wish I had a man who felt that way about me. Great work.

  • May 20, 2016 at 2:58 AM

    Glad it stirred you up Phyllis, I guess that’s the point: to be evocative. Glad you enjoyed it. Take care.

  • May 21, 2016 at 5:37 PM

    Loved every savory word Tony. Those sensual love goddesses bring us to our very knees.” A man of steel to marshmallow fields”. I chuckled out loud, how so true. Yet surrendering to our carnal desires is very hard to resist when stalked by feline beauties who desire to strip and suck the marrow from our husks. Finally crafted and chosen words indeed my poetic friend.

  • May 22, 2016 at 4:16 AM

    A little different for me Vincent, but I try to leave no stone un-turned. Glad you enjoyed it my friend.


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