The Edge of Golden
… Race me
to the very edge
… of golden
Head held low
… and tongue
all swollen
… Take me now
she begged
… I just need
to feel you
… one more time again …
The Edge of Golden
… Race me
to the very edge
… of golden
Head held low
… and tongue
all swollen
… Take me now
she begged
… I just need
to feel you
… one more time again …
Comments8
Another few lines of spice Nev. to brighten a sunless Sunday - -smiling big now so thanks in bunches . The ways raced to pleasures of love are truly gilded with touch.
I was gonna go for a curry until I re-read wot I writ ......................................... ya can beat an egg, but ya can't beat a gilded touch .......... x
Said the spiderr to the fly.
................. quite armless .. but beware of them legs and teeth etc ................... cheers DA π
Ooo i say!
......................... π
She seems a bit feisty this lass. Should I give her a miss? lol.
.. A wide birth would be the sensible option .. but hey, who am I to dictate who, what or where ya try and lay your anchor .. Ta for checking in tho' tarrah for now Mr. O π
I might be a dark horse! heehee.
Thank you for bringing back to memory what has been long gone for me.
... thank you for taking a little time out to consider my little scribble .. much appreciated and true π
Sun's out here, Neville but this made it a bit brighter.
................................. Good to hear JR ... & thank you kindly sir ..
If you race too quickly you may well be too tired at the end of the race to give pleasure Neville. "Slowly, slowly, catchee monkee"
Andy
... I seldom rush these days Andy having learnt about the little monkee a long time ago ... ta for checking in ...
sadly, nowadays
for a select majority, their passion is reserved
for those political or social activism
victimhood triggers..
and so
I suspect, they'll read these words
that you masterfully and succinctly
distilled into poetic brevity
then see your age restriction, categorisation
and reduce: this 'lived-in-truth'
worded with a poet's gift for relatability
as a depiction of risquΓ© playfulness;
and not
pointedly, more meaningfully
as an inked recollection
of experienced true love being actualised
into a physical expression
of sensuality, sincerity and loyalty;
where innately heightened
tantalised, fingertip nerves of spirituality
play those piano keys on flesh
to produce, a melody
of sensation's electrifying goosebumps;
a feat, only achieved
when the act of sex, has more meaning
than merely
sating biologically engraved mating cravings
and the excreting of stimulated liquids;
where literally: magically
at that time and in that moment
two people - become one, willingly and wholeheartedly
and impassioned, oh - so, much more satisfyingly;
a wondrously cathartic, artform
of physical and spiritual synchronicity, that few
get to experience this days
where blue pills and morning-after pills
mean, this gifted superpower
to experience
'edge of golden': nirvana on earth
as blissful affirmation
to all things, unique about our existence
is wasted, pitifully
as just another aspect of humanity
we take for granted, far - too, easily...
You got me ... and I just can't thank you enough my friend & truly .. Neville
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