- Erotic Poetry
- Lust's Canvas
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Click hereI lie awake in the grey half-light
with an ache and tell-tale wetness
there, on the softest skin.
Fingerpainting I-love-you
in the slippery gouache of my lust;
a dream spending leaving
pearlescent pools on my thighs.
Wanton sighs murmured
across a hundred hills,
bringing your fingers
to cover mine and draw Cupid's
arrow pointing upward
at the target of g-spot,
clit and womb.
Give me this
now, tonight.
Don't leave me
without sliding
in and out and over
again against those places.
Don't leave me
without giving my mind
a loving caress
to make the dream real.
- COMMENTS
the fingerpainting thing but that has been done. I'll
go to the last verse: It ain't fancy but it spoke
volumes. sandspike
I don't like the title because it sounds like it's going to read very much like one of those dreadful lust/passion poems I often see. Of course, it doesn't read that way. And I would be shocked if you wrote something like that. :)
Thanks to the use of "gauche of my lust" this line is wonderful:
Fingerpainting I-love-you
in the slippery guache of my lust;
I'd be happier without "softest skin" "loving caress" though thankfully, the loving caress was for the mind. And there's nothing wrong with soft skin. If there was, then the body lotion industry would be in trouble. It's just that there's way too much soft skin in poetry. lol
finger-painting
gauche
is considered used up...you have nothing to worry about...is a canvas worth lingering over just a while and play into ones mind...I enjoyed it alot..thanks bluerains
your poem has been mentioned in the thread
"New Poems Reviews"
thanks for the journey~