lustfully greedily

dusk arising

 

 


it was his way
anticipation
let her breathe a while
maturity would reward him
upon moistened lips
his tongue would savour
oh aromatic thrill
his fingers began to caress
curves of pleasure
yes
full bodied
and beautifully rounded
now!
no more teasing
he knew she was ready
he drank of her
lustfully
greedily
head swimming
with sheer delight
savouring her finesse
he'd waited and here at last
gratification
no immature cheap tart taint
of the barrell room here
but a fine rich burgandy wine

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2022 02:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: something again from 2017
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  • tallisman

    Superb!

  • Christina8

    This is wonderful! I just love reading these types of writes....Christina

    • dusk arising

      LOL i'm pleased that you enjoyed it, thank you.

    • L. B. Mek

      some sips, surpass our wildest dreams
      and nourish, every pulsing corner of our lives...
      some, are just alcohol poisoning
      waiting to take effect
      and infect, all that we once cherished...
      (a great write!
      sorry if my interpretation of your metaphor
      was off the mark, Dusk)

      • dusk arising

        Thank you LBM. For me it's all about anticipation, patience and absorbing the moments of the sheer pleasure of a fine wine.

      • dean langmuir

        Nice one,take care

      • sorenbarrett

        A passionate gulp with all the taste of a fine wine. I'm so glad you didn't write about a cheap wine love. Great write Dusk

        • dusk arising

          Don't gulp a fine wine, no no. Savour it. Thank you sorrenbarrett.

        • Rocky Lagou

          At first my mind went to β€œSEX,” but then I took a second read and I feel that this is just that moment of infatuation when that bond with lover and self becomes almost unbearable to handle. It’s really intense.

          • dusk arising

            Was intended as a tease Rocky to lead one into thinking of one thing whilst all the time it's about a wine and even the curves of the bottle and glass. A bit of fun I hope.

          • jarcher54

            I depend on you for my porn poetry... Oh my.

            • dusk arising

              Only too willing to oblige as and when. Thank you jarcher.

            • Dahlia

              nicely done poet, this one takes the reader on a roller coaster...enjoyed...
              Dahlia

              • dusk arising

                Oooh roller coasters can be frightening and upset the stomache. I hope this was a lot less traumatic but fun nonetheless. Thank you Dahlia.

              • Vamsi Sudha

                Dear Dusk,

                Was this about the wine or are you trying to imply something else ? Wonderful write but really looking for an answer πŸ™‚

                • dusk arising

                  Trying? Well you read it, is something else implied or not? LOL

                  • Vamsi Sudha

                    hahaha. Dear Dusk ! You got me to a soup ! πŸ™‚ Now my mind will go wild, but really wanted to know the poet's angle.

                    • dusk arising

                      OK it was always about wine but i purposely mislead the reader to think it was about sex.

                      • Vamsi Sudha

                        Yup !! But you see I got your right πŸ™‚ Quite a puzzling write though !!

                        • dusk arising

                          You didn't because you had to ask. If you were right there would be no need to ask LOL

                        • Michael Edwards

                          Nice one dusk.

                        • Goldfinch60

                          I prefer Rioja d a.

                          Andy

                        • GenXer Shamrocker ☘️

                          Well written!!! I love reading poems like this.



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