MANDARIN WET DREAM
Escape with my petal
Come give me the gift of life
With reliable moisture
Not fast and furious
I want the kind that claims my Lower East Side
With lumiere and a “Oh Hello”
And spin me to Deep Space 9
Until a jury decides
You are no ordinary intergalactic lover
You can categorize my 718 glutes as an ass-banger
With spinna-fide skills when you ring my bell
Not the traditional way
You finger it like you know it
You’re the cock that crows the familiar
with an open mic session of earthy delights
Yesssssssssssssssssss
I am wet
It happens often when you contribute matters of the heart
With your fiery blade
Yesssssssssssss
I love the moisture you leave behind
That tilts the moon with our medieval charade
I will mount lustful feet with blazing eyes
To smudge your body with a sea of physical evidence
© 2006 by Cathy Delaleu
EXPERIMENTATION
She will only show you what she’s willing to tell
Every part of her shell is a segment of confessional intimacy
The spool thread of her eyes is a meditative mist
Of secrets passed between solitude and separation
She is a diaphanous frame of special circumstances
A glass lantern of icicle tears
Don’t make attempts to love her
She can’t promise you her heart
It’s hard to lie on
Easy to use
Impossible to clean
© 2006 by Cathy Delaleu
26 comments:
Wow, this is intense and provocative, Cathy; sensual and passionate.
I loved the flow and the accompanying photos.
beautiful and intense.
Cathy, thanks for visiting my site, I like yours! Great imagery :)
That was beautiful.
that was soooo erotic!!!
You are truly blessed! Beautiful!
Thanks for stopping by my blog! Nice to meet you!
this is very beautiful.....I love all the pictures on your blog....thanks for stopping by mine and leaving a comment!
smooooooooooth.
very enjoyable reads.
So powerful! Well done. Great image, too.
Your words are both beautiful and sensual...
Your blog is amazing.
I read the whole thing.
I love your poetry and images.
Thank you for stopping by my blog and please come back.
I know I will be returning to yours.
wonderfully done
Your work is so alive. I like both poems, but especially like the last lines in "Experimentation":
"She can’t promise you her heart
It’s hard to lie on
Easy to use
Impossible to clean"
Nice!
Absolutely sensous and provocatively so! Loved the flow of your weave! :)
the first piece...that was hot...the second one, you don't know how much that corresponds with what is gooing on for me right now (hence why i wrote "My Work of Art")...thanks for stopping by my spot...I will definitely be back thru yours.
HOTTTTTT!!!!! and the pictures are freakin' AWESOME!!!!!! i am linking you to my blogroll TODAY!!!!!!!!!! ;)
"mandarin wet dream?" shyt, you aint talking about no damn oranges i've ever tasted...! LOL
"...I love the moisture you leave behind That tilts the moon with our medieval charade I will mount lustful feet with blazing eyes
To smudge your body with a sea of physical evidence," am I too dark to blush? GREAT PROSE, I too am snapping my fingers!
Brandy I am glad to have stopped by your blog universe, your poetry was wonderful to read
Thank you for the add Fallen Angel, I wasn't at all referring to oranges ;)of course not
Slum Facade, now you know I try hard to make you and others in here blush, that's my goal as a poet, hehehehehehe
"She will only show you what she’s willing to tell, every part of her shell is a segment of confessional intimacy," girl preach, preach! Is this piece about me?
i like the pics...
Experimentation struck a chord...
dang... you gettin' ALL the comments. LOL and they are well deserved.
Thanks Bougie,
What's up? Good to see you here, i'm just having a great time with all my blogger friends, kick back and relax, pop open that bottle of Moet, lol. Thanks for the support.
It's humid enough here in DC for me to be reading something so sizzlin'. Very nice. I like the line referring to the Lower Eastside. :) You have a definite relationship with words.
Talk about memorable endings!!!
'She can’t promise you her heart
It’s hard to lie on
Easy to use
Impossible to clean'
Every person holds a secret only he/she can ever hope to decipher in one lifetime.
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