The size and
Degree of your
Sensuality
It sometimes almost
Frightens me. I feel
Unworthy
Unqualified
Unequipped
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,
Minute
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
Pride...
And gorge my
Insecurities
Whole.
And I
Believe
That sex with
The Soul
Manifests and
Flows into
A slow and
Enduring song.
I believe
Sex
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
Ready
To dip
My pen inside
Your whipping
Erotic tide.
But will I
Only drown
When I’m supposed to
Flow?
I never learned
To perfect
That arc
In my dive. Never learned
To swim freely
Against
A rushing tide.
Never learned the righteous
Way to go
Insane, and lose
My mind
Inside of you…
But I am
Ready
To embrace
This newfound
Lunacy...
To close my eyes
And ride
Your wave
To wherever place
It leads…
And so
I go down
With grace
And I go down
Willingly...
Even though
The size and degree
Of your sensuality…
It sometimes
Almost…
Frightens me.
One.
By L.M. Ross
10 comments:
But oh, what a wonderful journey it will be! Loved it!
that's how it should be! and hopefully expressing it doesn't cause more insecurities.
I like the Anais Nin reference. Wicked.-QH
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.
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: http://qhblend.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-supreme-project-15.html
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
Very NICE!
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.
Ahh a well crafted erotic peice of prose does wonders for my soul.
My rant is over...sunny skies shine again.
Do come by.
Wow! and Wow, again!
...And I
Believe
That sex with
The Soul
Manifests and
Flows into
A slow and
Enduring song.
I believe
Sex
With the skin
Is a physical act
But sex within
The intimacy
Of the soul, unfolds
And floats upon
Erotic sheets of
Poetry...
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!
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.
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