La Petit Mort

Neville

La Petit Mort

 

Gasp pant sigh

Moan heave flinch

 

Take note of each of these

Involuntary contractions

 

Each a separate convulsion

An inseparable ache sublime

 

Then concentrate on pelvic thrust

Note the ricochet of rib on hip

 

And for a moment

When each of us is overcome

 

Sail or glide into temporary oblivion

Then when there is no more breath left to take away

 

La petit mort

They say

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 12th, 2019 04:42
  • Comment from author about the poem: Life is too short.. if it feels good, then go for it... N
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 54
  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan, Fay Slimm..
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Comments8

  • Poetic Dan

    Outstanding! I've read it a few times now and every time I feel a bit more grounded as I'm losing the plot this morning!

    Thank you in so many ways

    • Neville

      You are far too kind this fair mane, but I like it and feel compelled to say a big thank you sir.. N

    • Fay Slimm.

      A fantastic exposure of la petit mort Nev. and in such delicate language - a most sensuous read of which I take note....... must read it again so most breathlessly saved................

      • Neville

        I call that a win win then...... thank you ever so my friend.... N

        • Fay Slimm.

          My pleasure as always Nev. - - -- agreed that what feels good is good when years teem with excess of pale dreams....... great read .....x

        • 1 more comment

        • orchidee

          Oohh, should I try this?! Fido don't let me have any excitement, so if it's that category…..

          • Neville

            If you have anything that comes close to an excitement orchidee, remember .. tis the purple pills... we call em anti-excitement pills in the trade... N .......... 🙂

          • dusk arising

            What wakes me from le petit mort... are we talking the flare or the afterglow..... the blissful afterglow for me..... do not wake me, do not disturb...let no doorbell sound... no amazon delivery of crayons for the grandchilds birthday demand my arising...no. Leave me in bliss....

            See what you do? ... you're dangerous you are...

            • Neville

              I used to be.. now I just dabble.... cheers DA.... N

            • Suresh

              Such enevitability, with such ease implored.

              • Neville

                thank you.... Neville

              • SerenWise

                Lovely erotic piece, I've always loved the term 'la petit mort'

                • Neville

                  Thank you so very much Seren my friend..

                  Yes, it is a rather lovely term and I sincerely hope throughout your journeying, that you are blessed with many of them ..... Neville

                • Michael Edwards

                  I'm just recovering from one - fine write N

                  • Neville

                    serves ya write.... go have a lay down till ts time for the next round..... Cheers tho..

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Great sensuous poem Neville.

                    • Neville

                      sensuous does it for me every time... bless you GF60... N



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