Musings by The Poet Loriet
Artful Lover
I was fascinated with your nipple ring,
silver eagle feather dangling from your pink nub.
My fingers traced the tattoos of a woman's
smoky purple eyes across your upper back,
a majestic eagle splayed across your right bicep,
captured in mid-flight upon your flesh.
Your dark grizzly beard laced with silver
tickled my skin which zinged with anticipation.
You were beautiful, an artisan with your hands.
Entranced I found myself stretching out,
arching up underneath you
like a languid cat in a sunbeam.
With lingering sips,
I swirled you into me
and became drunk
upon the taste of your flesh.
We blended into a pastel watercolor,
Monet's Water Lillies--
Yes! That's what we were,
lillies afloat on muted liquids,
open, fertile, quivering stamens
begging to be caressed.
We drifted away with the tide
while the sun rose pink and golden
over the tops of the lilac trees.
Lori Beal
silver eagle feather dangling from your pink nub.
My fingers traced the tattoos of a woman's
smoky purple eyes across your upper back,
a majestic eagle splayed across your right bicep,
captured in mid-flight upon your flesh.
Your dark grizzly beard laced with silver
tickled my skin which zinged with anticipation.
You were beautiful, an artisan with your hands.
Entranced I found myself stretching out,
arching up underneath you
like a languid cat in a sunbeam.
With lingering sips,
I swirled you into me
and became drunk
upon the taste of your flesh.
We blended into a pastel watercolor,
Monet's Water Lillies--
Yes! That's what we were,
lillies afloat on muted liquids,
open, fertile, quivering stamens
begging to be caressed.
We drifted away with the tide
while the sun rose pink and golden
over the tops of the lilac trees.
Lori Beal
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