her thighs slick,
wet parallel lines beguile him
listen...he will not let her sleep
her thighs slick
she is the flame, he is the wick
and he loves her without illusion
in their red carriage of silver stars,
slowy they drive home
her kisses slick,
burdens lightened,
rain showers of love rush upon them,
unfolds his heart
on top of his love,
he can not let her sleep
for the reality of her beguiles him.
paige
mag
&
whirl
p.s. i'm using the definition of beguile: to charm
in a pleasent manner.
very sultry :)
ReplyDeletefor if you go to sleep, i might be afraid to wake and realize she is just a dream...smiles...
ReplyDeletevicki: hi and thank you for visiting.
ReplyDeletebrian: hi. true, he's almost afraid to close
ReplyDeletehis eyes, or for her to close her eyes.
thank you.
Your words took me to a place I rarely go anymore.
ReplyDeletegail: wow. glad to know that gail, hope it was a fun trip. :}
ReplyDeleteFresh, intriguing, delifhtful...
ReplyDeletedear berowne: thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteCute poem of Romeo and Juliet 'city slickers' :)
ReplyDeleteShe is so slick and beguiling he is afraid she will slip away, lovely prose dear Paige.
ReplyDeletexoxoxo ♡
catfish: hi, i like your take on this poem. thank you.
ReplyDeletedearest dianne: good morning! yes, he is afraid
ReplyDeleteshe just may slip away, or if she really exists.
thank you.
.... in a pleasant manner ~~ those words describe your poem.
ReplyDeleteVery cool!
ReplyDeleteYour use of repetition solidifies this poem. The imagery... wick/flame... red carriage/silver stars... both soften and embolden the piece.
ReplyDeletehelen: hello and thank you.
ReplyDeletemama Zen: hi, and thanks a bunch!
ReplyDeletedear kim: thank you for your close and thoughtful reading of this poem. :]
ReplyDelete...truly a delight to read... refreshing...
ReplyDeletesmiles...
I echo Gail's comment. Wish I could go there again...
ReplyDeleteLovely write.
Anna :o]
Such a fair apparition you have manifested here, Paige, well done !
ReplyDeletePaige this is such a beautiful passionate write. I love it!
ReplyDelete:-)
Love so immense it is almost a mirage on the minds horizon , yet he knows it to be tangible as he can touch
ReplyDeleteI love how the refrains create a sense of time here, a feeling of chronology, like this is a narrative that takes us through hours and hours in just these lines.
ReplyDeletedear chris: yes! by jove, I think you've got it. :} thank you
ReplyDelete& please return.
hi cammila: indeed. I really tried to sort of suspend time, just as rainy days seem to be
ReplyDeletelived in a water color painting.
thank you.
Merry Christmas Paige!! Cheers, Ruby
ReplyDeletei like...
ReplyDeleteRomantic and very passionate. It's nice to see someone write about the passion that some of us men, still hold inside our hearts, and not just about our appetite for lust... :)
ReplyDeletethank you, ruby.
ReplyDeletedear shadow: happy you like. thank you.
ReplyDeletedear manview: thank you. and it's always wonderful when woman experience the romantic side of men. thank you.
ReplyDeletelove your blog!