I hunger
I hunger…
Serenity plagues me,
As in, this deepening calm
Purloined my intimacy
Gone that body chaffing balm…
My eyes and her rose-wet cave,
…the intoxicating waves—
-with agony they crash…
and crash implacable
And hesitations pass
With my surrendered will
Forged to you, a weapon
and me an expression…
Doe-eyed and roving hands
Reserved a spot for them
Upon your silky lands
To pathways since condemned
And your soul banned from thought
Enfolds unto me taut—
With no self-consciousness
Surrendered in sensation
to melt into nothingness
Passed out in repletion
From this mighty paragon
What once plagued me was gone.
Oh how I hunger…
Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Some very well crafted imagery in this sensuous tale. Great job, Paul. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Thank you John. Im glad you enjoyed this.
My goodness, Paul. So evocative. You are so skilled at first words which create such an impact and hold on to the breathless end. Well done!
Mission accomplished then. Lol. Glad i reeled you in from jump street. Thank you so much for your kindness Phyllis.
Oh so palpable, hunger indeed Paul. Some lovely evocative imagery and great words play as always my friend. Kudos.
Thank you so much my fellow wordsmith. Much appreciation.
A surrendering to the inevitable, when intoxicating sensualities become irretrievable coercion, into where all translates into one colliding force of passion’s sweet caress. Beautifully written, my friend!
Thank you Donald much appreciated