She blows softly with devotion,
cooling nurturing soup.
Would she blow beauty on me?
I would swoop euphorically
between her breasts,
her extravagant skin.
She would swoosh her satiny, fanciful hair
all over my eyelashes,
and my spirit would erupt,
twirling and bouncing about the bed
as if on fire.
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#1 by liv2write2day on February 11, 2011 - 4:32 pm
So beautiful, Carl.
#2 by Carl on February 11, 2011 - 10:00 pm
Thank you, Victoria! You are so kind to comment!
#3 by Evelyn on February 11, 2011 - 8:51 pm
“She would swoosh her satiny, fanciful hair
all over my eyelashes,
and my spirit would erupt”
yay! I love this!
great poem, different!
#4 by Carl on February 11, 2011 - 10:06 pm
I need more different. Thank God for employee break rooms. Tee Hee. You never know where the next inspiration is hanging out.
#5 by Evelyn on February 12, 2011 - 6:52 pm
I’m always using my blackberry to make random notes.
The words come from everywhere…
#6 by Carl on February 13, 2011 - 8:00 am
You are an artist.
#7 by kolembo on February 11, 2011 - 9:05 pm
effervescent….playful words…saturday morning love…
#8 by Carl on February 11, 2011 - 10:17 pm
That is right – Saturday morning – Thanks!
#9 by G.R. on February 15, 2011 - 6:46 am
erotic, and full of life
my favorite line is the one that surprized me “all over my eyelashes”
keep on
#10 by Carl on February 15, 2011 - 7:02 am
Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it.