Re: New meat for the grinder!



George Dance wrote:
On Jun 28, 3:34 am, petrolhead <countyexecut...@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

Obsession

She comes unbid in troubled dreams,
To steal my mind from turbid sleep,
A scented, liquid, living breeze,
To soft, her passioned harvest reap;
To sing to me her siren song,
Each whispered note a scything blade,
Each silken shard a blissful thrust,
Each wound a cut so gladly flayed.

Lips sweet carress, torment my soul,
Yet bid me bear ecstatic pain,
Or beg those lips upon my brow,
To quench these pyres within my brain;
Imagined touches, quick, sublime,
When quick'ning pulses drum the beat,
As satin hands, imagined, glide,
To bathe my loins with blistering heat.

Soft breast, breath swells, to breathe me in,
My grateful limbs in hers entwined,
mere heartbeats yet before my greed,
transforms her image in my mind;
To black lagoons that draw me down,
And drown my reason in her charms,
As darkly, melting, bodies turn,
To boiling perfume in my arms.

What hell born fuel love's furnace fires,
what molten sins its' flames conceal,
To forge, to temper, in its' heart,
Such velvet claws of silver steel?
Quicksilver barbs to tear my flesh,
E'en in the arms of Morpheus,
To wet long nights with scarlet tears,
And drive my soul delerious.

To live one thought, A single muse,
A wave within a seething sea,
All hope, all life, subordinate,
Each breath, each beat, for none but she;
Yet drowning, waking, cold sweat slicked,
Hot daylight still cannot dispel,
The ice cold bars that wall me in,
Within this paradise of hell!

Love's paradox; when velvet sighs,
breathed soft to cool a fevered mind,
Coax flame from passion's living hearth,
To torch lust's embers there confined;
Oh perfect pain this wond'rous ache,
That marks my distance still from where,
The burning salve of heart's desire,
Still nestles sweetly in her care.

www.sullivanthepoet.com

Comments?


Wow. I love this poem. Its quite beautiful. Tastefully done. Erotic without being offensive. Captures love's true essence. You are very talented. Good work!
Olympiada
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