Beneath these
satin sheets,
my memory
flutters like
little birds on
indigo nights.
Folded wings
rest in my
mind's eye.
Fingers itch with
visions,
Delta of Venus,
orchids in bloom,
wet with the
sticky dew.
I grip my
virility
and begin
a slow
waltz...
It feels so
good.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments10
"Beneath these
satin sheets,
my memory
flutters like
little birds on
indigo nights."
A magical beginning with a soft caressing feel to it. The ending was the completion with the waltz a dance so compatible in its sways and flow in a circular pattern around the dance floor. Vivid imagery here.
Thank you. Much appreciated.
subtle work !
Thanks
Absolutely gorgeous in every sense ❤️
Thank you.
A fine write T.
thanks
Orchi, I thought you were going to swoon when reading, "orchids in bloom" 😁
Oh lol, thanks AP. Ahh, a poem about me!
Just try not to go blind like this old fella ..
Lol. Hysterical. Thank you.
You chose the imagery carefully, and cleverly, and it works beautifully. Kudos my friend!
Thank you.
This feels like a warm hug... A deep peace.
Good write!
Thank you.
A fine write Thomas. 😁👍
Thank you.
Wonderful words Thomas.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
Another great poem, Thomas.
Thank you.
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