The taste of bourbon on her tongue made me writhe,
my entire me twisted, turned...shuddered.
Silvery moonlight enveloped her body, beautifully lithe,
whispers tickled my ear, passions uttered.
A haze of sublime nonchalance empowered me,
her hair between my fingers.
Winds blew around us, as the leaves, I was free,
all is conveyed, no doubt lingers.
The heat of her neck upon my lips,
sweeter then infinite wine sips.
My eyes in hers, hers in mine,
I'm drunk from her, her sensual wine.
The intoxication, numbing, no pain,
sensations rise, bubbles in champagne.
| Nice. I really enjoyed it. What I got out of it was that, at first, you resisted her drunkenness but by the end of the poem you had accepted it and become it. Very original. Nice work.|
|| Posted on 2005-06-04 00:00:00 | by emo-tastic | [ Reply to This ] || Bourbon, wine, and champagne.. love/passion can be like that you know.. like your drunk and falling into each other. Sensual wine, I like that. Just as I like this poem.. it was intoxicating to read. Sensations rising like bubbles in champagne. You do have a way with words. Wonderfully done!|
|| Posted on 2005-06-04 00:00:00 | by Intricate1 | [ Reply to This ] || i think you could remove the first two lines for a smoother effect, they seem a bit out of place and almost cheapen this rich taste of love. this was quite intoxicating! thanks for sharing.|
|| Posted on 2005-06-13 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ] || YUMMMMMM...|
this is a tasty little treat! i love the idea of being intoxicated with love...with no hangover of course!
this captures a true sense of how a man can feel with the right woman...*sigh*
|| Posted on 2005-06-15 00:00:00 | by stolie77 | [ Reply to This ] |