The Edge of Golden

Neville

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 …

 

 

                       

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 6th, 2021 06:13
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 50
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments8

  • Fay Slimm.

    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.

    • Neville



      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

    • dusk arising

      Said the spiderr to the fly.

      • Neville



        ................. quite armless .. but beware of them legs and teeth etc ................... cheers DA πŸ™‚

      • Saxon Crow

        Ooo i say!

        • Neville



          ......................... πŸ™‚

        • orchidee

          She seems a bit feisty this lass. Should I give her a miss? lol.

          • Neville



            .. 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 πŸ™‚

            • orchidee

              I might be a dark horse! heehee.

            • Trenz Pruca

              Thank you for bringing back to memory what has been long gone for me.

              • Neville


                ... thank you for taking a little time out to consider my little scribble .. much appreciated and true πŸ™‚

              • Jerry Reynolds

                Sun's out here, Neville but this made it a bit brighter.

                • Neville



                  ................................. Good to hear JR ... & thank you kindly sir ..

                • Goldfinch60

                  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

                  • Neville



                    ... I seldom rush these days Andy having learnt about the little monkee a long time ago ... ta for checking in ...

                  • L. B. Mek

                    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...

                    • Neville



                      You got me ... and I just can't thank you enough my friend & truly .. Neville



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