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Thursday, September 4, 2008

Your Sensuality

The size and

Degree of your


It sometimes almost

Frightens me. I feel




To know

This wealth

To receive

This gift

This prick of

Your nipples...

Like two pin-lights

Inside a cosmos

Of skin

As taut, tender, and

Tight as stars.

My God!

Your sensuality

Can almost

Frighten me.

Make me feel

Hard as Diamond

And Yet,


In The Universe

Of its Largeness…

It’s as if

Your legs

Would stretch

Into a chasm

Deep and Wide

And swallow

My secrets and

Swallow my


And gorge my



And I


That sex with

The Soul

Manifests and

Flows into

A slow and

Enduring song.

I believe


With the skin

Is a physical act

But sex within

The intimacy

Of the soul, unfolds

And floats upon

Erotic sheets of

Poetry… It’s all

Nin & Whitman

Maya & Kerouac and

Zane, Barrett-Browning

Shakespeare and shit!

But I am finally


To dip

My pen inside

Your whipping

Erotic tide.

But will I

Only drown

When I’m supposed to


I never learned

To perfect

That arc

In my dive. Never learned

To swim freely


A rushing tide.

Never learned the righteous

Way to go

Insane, and lose

My mind

Inside of you…

But I am


To embrace

This newfound


To close my eyes

And ride

Your wave

To wherever place

It leads…

And so

I go down

With grace

And I go down


Even though

The size and degree

Of your sensuality…

It sometimes


Frightens me.


By L.M. Ross


Mizrepresent said...

But oh, what a wonderful journey it will be! Loved it!

D-Place said...

that's how it should be! and hopefully expressing it doesn't cause more insecurities.

QH said...

I like the Anais Nin reference. Wicked.-QH

Keith said...

Love this...I can read this, then close my eyes and be right there in
the middle of something.. This was so visual...and inspiring at the same time. I liked the Anais Nin reference too as well as the Zane reference.

QH said...

Interestin perspective on my SS #11 write-up. The song you mentioned started off the countdown at #15, and you can read about it here:

Read, comment, enjoy, and check out #14, 13, and the remaining one's left. Thanks for your support, and this piece is still fire you have here.-QH

Acoustic Soul said...

Very NICE!

joaquin carvel said...

you paint amazing pictures of the outside and the inside at the same time. i love how languid this piece is, how it takes its time, almost dripping, but never hesitating. beautiful.

Lovebabz said...

Ahh a well crafted erotic peice of prose does wonders for my soul.

My rant is over...sunny skies shine again.

Do come by.

BronzeBuckaroo said...

Wow! and Wow, again!

...And I


That sex with

The Soul

Manifests and

Flows into

A slow and

Enduring song.

I believe


With the skin

Is a physical act

But sex within

The intimacy

Of the soul, unfolds

And floats upon

Erotic sheets of


These lines took my breath away. Anyone can have sex with a consentual partner. To me at lease, sex becomes an act of love when the soul is involved. Two souls become one making for an earth shattering experience that is to be remembered and treasured.

Yep, I am a romantic!

rebecca said...

The Sea


The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea!

The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

Without a mark, without a bound,

It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round;

It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;

Or like a cradled creature lies.

I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea!

I am where I would ever be;

With the blue above, and the blue below,

And silence wheresoe'er I go;

If a storm should come and awake the deep,

What matter? I shall ride and sleep.


I love (oh! how I love) to ride

On the fierce foaming bursting tide,

When every mad wave drowns the moon,

Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,

And tells how goes the world below,

And why the south-west blasts do blow.

I never was on the dull tame shore

but I lov'd the great Sea more and more,

And backwards flew to her billowy breast,

Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;

And mother she was, and is to me;

For I was born on the open Sea!

~~~by aoc powerlevewling

jade said...

your poetry is so beautiful and moving. i haven't been on in awhile b/c my computer and i were dukin' it out (needless to say, i won!), but when i logged in to read your blog, i realized i'd lost the link; had to search for hours to find it. that's how addictive your words are. missed 'em while i was away.

breath-taking poem.

peace. love. light.