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Author: DaleP
ASL Info:    57/M/TX
Elite Ratio:    6.21 - 631 /554 /330
Words: 156
Class/Type: Poetry /Love
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What is this
A feast of inebriating wine and exotic fruit
Has flown before a storm and shipwrecked
Before my Crusoe famished eyes
And I a mendicant with only words
To use for coin.
I inhale the incensed air and grow
Giddy anticipating the flavor of

Fancy eyes of secret opal flame
Have me tangled in muse struck wonder
And what is there in that smile
Would it look as sweet on other lips
Certainly I could spend every night
Entrancing you with whispered nothings
By flickered candlelight

But more-so I long to crush your cries
mouth to mouth
To feel the pinkness of those
Pouty lips is more than any man
Whether possessed of sand or
Made of iron could nay resist

To taste this feast before me
May mean my end
Should I live I will only live
Do it

Submitted on 2012-09-16 17:12:48     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| Posted on 2012-09-19 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
  Dale I love this one so much, like I want to have a copy of this is print to read it again and again. "And what is there in that smile"- so lovely, there something in there, quite a mystery that blew us away.
And in here, "made of iron could nay resist"- ultimate submission, drowning to someone.
..the ending was perfect.

| Posted on 2012-09-17 00:00:00 | by jeniecel | [ Reply to This ]
  Your great Dale, I love it. The queen bee, replete with ambrosia and forbidden fruit, has shipwrecked on your shore. I love the fanatical glint in your "Caruso famished eyes". But with only words how can I convince you I deserve a taste. "Tangled in muse struck wonder" what a line, and "Entrancing you with whispered nothings
By flickered candlelight" brings to mind all those romantic dalliances I so often dream up while having those late night lonely elucubrations. Your desire to hold her down and kiss her into submission, as the pressing ardor of your argent affections overwhelms you. Then, like a mantis, you vow your passion's intensity will only be extinguished by death and hope she will accept your arduous advances further instead of your incurring rejections consequences. Seriously Dale I like this one so bad. Here I am worrying about the astral projections of my octopus attitudes and your headlong into seduction with devil may care conviction.

| Posted on 2012-09-17 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
  I love the subtle naughtiness throughout this. I also love the ending. Depending on the reader it could come across in a loving way, as with one taste and I'm lost in you for forever.. Or, which I must say is My way of thinking, moth meets flame. And of course the moth will do it again, for what is a moth without its flame, and a flame without its moth. It would be like Tom without his Jerry.

I also enjoyed:
I inhaled the incensed air and grow
Giddy anticipating the flavor of

There's nothing quite like the scent of someone to make your heart crave, skip a beat or two, melt, and jump into your throat at the same time.

| Posted on 2012-09-16 00:00:00 | by MmR | [ Reply to This ]

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