~
translucent alabaster blaze
torrid as a teen’s temptation
leaned low
here before me
yearning
straplened ankles fragile turned
stiletto’d rise
on carpet soft
emblazened vixen
forward bent
availed so boldly
flush with craving
graceful face
brazen aglow
comely raised and tilted back
my fingers tangled in your hair
lifting firm
yet luscious slow
swept away in lustful swoon
forearms rest on velvet sheets
eyes aflame in sapphire need
blatant in your fetched seduction
Hedone’s daughter lush with Spring
smouldering
in golden light
that folds upon you soft as satin
‘cross nape of neck
arched silk desire
down glistening back
that tempting tapers
to the tender
warm and sultry
wonderland for fingertips
to touch
and tease
and tantalize
to explore
your quivering body
soul-addictive
luscious
grand
divinely-pleasing sculpted vessel
brought forth by Aphrodite’s hand
virgin fruit swells full and ripe
flesh silhouette to hypnotize
enticing in the candle’s flicker
fondled by my hungry eyes
they stroke and tweak
the blossomed berries
that burst
engorged with passion’s heat
that taunt my tongue to twirl ’round
my teeth to nip in playful tug
draw to my lips
now lewdly moist
to take
and taste in eager suckle
willful hands
of pleasured probing
wrap slender waist
then slowly slide
‘cross pleading hips
of sensuous rise
to fall into erotic folds
molded from the charms of Venus
’round dual swells of burning myth
that writhe
atop two lathen’d stems
long and lithe
as liquid love
turned by pleasure’s gloried angels
tempered in a sacred fire
stretched taut
raised high on tips of toes
proud
defined
and goddess buff
enough to make one
want to stuff
to thrust and thrust
in randy lust
’til passion’s seed
has turned to dust
and wanton
carnal
flames
are snuffed
spring’s sweet madness
full rebuffed
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rob kistner © 2010
(revision © 2018)
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This is quite an extraordinary poem, Rob, because of its unequivocal intensity and its imagery, which fires but still leaves open the imagination. The approach to the lustiness and sensuality and sheer physicality is sure and unafraid. Not many could pull off this subject with this much success. And, to imagine this read aloud. . .!
Rob:
Hedone would be pleased — you honored her in all that she represents — sensual pleasure, enjoyment and sheer delight ….
a perfect Valentine poem for lovers, actually any time of the year.
C’est Magnifique
Joanny
PS
Love the smoldering melting candles.
Joanny
Since I don’t smoke, I guess I’ll take a cold shower. 😉
So viagra really does work then:)
An erotic, exotic feast, Rob!
Rallentanda –
Yes! Very well indeed…
…rob 😉
Great passion. Smouldering …
Rob,
Wow! Now that is hot, hot and even hotter. Maybe I should have my husband invest in viagra. Excellent!
Pamela
Wow! Sensuous and sexy and Hedone is well done by.
Wow — needs to be read aloud, for sure! Or even made into a song. You were definitely NOT “chicken” with this poem — you fulfilled your promise from last week!
Rob, very sensuous and such rich imagery. Great poem.
Rob: Enjoyed throughly this extraordinary sensual feast. Stilettos. Hummmm. Ok I’ll splurge. After the TKO there may be a mint upon the pillow. The afterplay? After the olympics who would be so energetic? Love or passion? Are these words interchangeable? You make Anais Nin look boring!
My glasses are steaming up after reading this 🙂 Thank you for the sensual and erotic ride.
-Nicole
This is ptetty fucking relentless, dude! I love the images you used here. It’s lustful and it still leaves some things to the imagination. Nocely done.
It was a “hot” night of poetry writing this piece. I wanted to go as far as I could without going too far. I was after lust and sexuality, what that “pulsing smoldering” place feels like. But not smut or porn. I am glad this resonated for you Barry…?
Very very hot indeed.
Glad it resonated Bjorn… From time to time I find this secreted vault of vivid erotica that is hidden in my psyche… I always find it fun to open the door and step in… 😉
Passionate indeed. Thanks for sharing this sensual poem.
You arr most welcome Grace… 🙂