*This is a bit risque…so…if you aren’t an adult, don’t read it…LOL
I feel myself screaming down low,
my curves curving more, in search of,
in need; my cave waiting,
tugging on the emptiness,
in desperation.
I know this man who is solid,
his limbs aligned, straight and hard,
as a man would be. He has been calling me
with capacity, firm grasped,
swollen purple.
He has come for me before,
it was winter, he turned me into a mermaid
and brought me to a heated spring.
I never hesitated.
That was just once.
There were several times, over several seasons
that he came for me
again, and again.
I know this man who is solid and firm
and I scream for him, my body searches for him,
I belong to him.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
I like this, it is short but leads to many interpretations for me.
Hot indeed.
Nick
Try calling him. Sometimes works 🙂
(Don’t mind me, can’t sleep, catching up on the latest posts, you’ve been busy, evidently)
Totally know this man, too… godhelpus
Risque indeed but also lovely.
He knows you belong to him.
maggie now that i’ve seen the whole thing, it’s really really good. it certainly has the scream written all over it:))
Thanks so much Don!!
This is quite good! There’s a sense of quiet desperation about it, like a gaping emptiness beneath the desire and pleasure, or so I interpret it as such.
A very sensual poem certainly, with a universal quality – this kind of insatiable crush – maybe that’s not the right words – pheromonic attraction! k.
Yep I know a man like that too….again I find those different phrasings really visual…
You know, serendipity is such a crazy thing. I’ve been out of town for a few days, without internet access, and in my time away, I was reflecting on how much I love writing poetry, but hardly ever do it. And I return and discover your blog! Serendipity. Your writing is inspiring. Thank you!
🙂 Thank you for sharing this story with me. How crazy! I can’t wait to read some of yours 🙂
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I came across this old post that I had marked as Private for some reason or another. Time to share…
Far out.
I’ve written poetry about women being handcuffed to shower curtain rods. It wasn’t that risque. Very nice, but not risque.
I don’t see where it says its risque. …
I thought the intro did – I might have imagined it.
If you read any of my poetry, because I let the dark mania side of me play, it goes there.
It does say “This is a bit risque . . .so if you aren’t an adult, don’t read it . . . LOL” or something like that
Weird….I’ll check it out. Thanks
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