Hazel

 

Hazel

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I went out to the hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
for I knew hazel would
offer me a welcomed bed

She invites me in demurely, beautiful in her velvet robe, which she wears stunningly, stroking it with delicate fingers of soft silken hands.

I’ve watched her linger, gliding into it, embracing it to her breasts, and wrapping it ’round her slender shoulders. I’ve seen her tingle with excitement, surrendering to its touch.

Oh would this night I were that velvet, that drapes her lilting essence, falls in graceful folds, fondling her lithe form, as she ascends the stairs. The lush fiber rises on her breasts, with each soft subtle sigh, caressing her enticingly. This sunset evening it keeps her perfect body warm.

oh would I have that velvet
that fires my swooning head
but this night
no — just a bed

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Poetry is a statement of empowerment, that sets the soul free, to be exactly who you are — and in being just that, to introduce your truth to the world!
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rob kistner © 2021

 

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28 thoughts on “Hazel”

  1. I’m not sure whether she’s a dream or real, but she certainly brings great joy to the writer. I like to think she’s a fantasy now but was real once upon a time….

    Nicely done!

  2. Hazel has all the right moves, and I imagine the persona does too. That “Lady in Red” song is one of my faves and goes perfectly with the imagery in your story.

  3. Sizzling prose. Oh that Hazel, a taste of honey leaving fire in your belly and lead in your pencil, brother. Your erotic prose is always so classy and smooth. You only mention breasts twice but that’s what I’m fixated on.

  4. Sensuality at its finest. I guess you guys would linger on the breasts, like the velvet. I decline to pass judgement, as it’s all in the name of art!

    1. Actually, for my taste in a mate Ingrid, — I like an intelligent, strong, confident, athletic woman… who is coordinated, fast, slender, nimble, and mildly buff. Other than her eyes, I am much more fascinated watching a woman walking away, than walking toward me. A deeper voice lights my fire. Wait, I have just described my wife… 🙂

  5. Hazel is perfection … this prosery is perfection … I was the lady in red for one night, dancing cheek to cheek ~ the music, the memory still in my head.

  6. I love how you focus on the robe… it makes total sense to me, though it feels it’s an adoration that is best enjoyed from a distance.

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