Life isn't always just a tiptoe through the tulips, but when it is, it truly is worth dancing about.
canta y no llores
(sing and do not cry)
Her hands upon his hip
his tight against her slip.
Wondrous escapades of enticing motions
beneath her ever questing notions.
She pressing her limits
he counting the minutes.
Slowly sinking down before him as she
puts toe to key.
The music plays upon her own restless flesh
as his maleness feels ever fresh.
All hands astray in quivering caresses
as wind rustles through grasses.
His humid breath behind her ever blazing.
A melody of lingering moans matching
endless exquisite harmonies
all slipping into vast wondrous symphonies.
Thank you, Tess Kincaid, for bringing such inspiring photos for our magpie tales each week.
16 comments:
Very erotic , with myriad possible endings ...cheers Karen
'play it again, sam.' :)
A melody of lingering moans matching
endless exquisite harmonies
all slipping into vast wondrous symphonies
Such a sensuous ending as most poems would - for the young heart! Wonderful take Karen!
Hank
Dynamic and fresh - excellent.
It was all in the moment that toe touches key. Lol! Changed my ending Karen since you visited. Was up late and was eager to post but hated the way I did the end it didn't sound right. I like your quote very much too I like to do clever quotes (one can hope they are clever anyway.) I'm happy I didn't go for passion it's hot enough in here! Lol!
The images in this poem are so concrete, so real. And I love its eroticism.
Music and passion - always the fashion!
Scintillating and sensual!
That's how I feel when I catch a large fish on a fly rod.
Phew! Very sensual - nicely done:-)
Delicious! Leaving with Cielito Lindo in my head...
Extremely sensual.
a sensuous poem full of passion
Made me blush!
What a seductive poem! Is it hot in here or is it just me? Good job!
Whew! Is it getting warm in here?
Nice job!
;)
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