Wind Washed & Flying
Why not place a finger against the knot
Your lips make when you kiss goodbye
Then release your hair and just listen
To all those perfect whispers fly
What is more important tho these
Much loved scented finger tips of yours
And perfumed much licked lips
Might just as well a single salty sigh
For freedom yet
Wait though
Much like the haunted cry of gulls
Neath rocky crags and outposts
Wind washed these eyes and ears of mine do
Catch you flying
Cloud raped and ragged
Dodging meteorites and showers
I swear there is no ecstasy like ours
Taken swiftly pon regal lawns
More slowly on those green glades and truly
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: not a single cuss word passed my lips in the making of this little bit of senrotica ......
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Comments5
This fine write might be swoony N. lol.
thank you for checking in and for checking it out....cheers
An engaging read filled with gentle erotica so discreetly described it needs to be read again in my faves. - - - - a first class write Neville.
You really & truly are very kind to me Fay and always so appreciated too I might add... N
And it was Avery beautiful cusscword free poem too.
A sensory delight!
Flippin heck.. cheers sylviasearcher, thank you so much for taking a peek .. N
And apologies for the typos my fingers and eyes are not coordinating well today.
I always take a peek 😊
thank you..
Spectacular! MY favorite stanza...
"Wait though
Much like the haunted cry of gulls
Neath rocky crags and outposts
Wind washed these eyes and ears of mine do
Catch you flying"
Kurt
I am honoured sir, and true.... Neville
Sincerely—the honor was mine.
Nevertheless, I shall thank you again..... cheers, Neville
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