Musings by The Poet Loriet
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She lovingly takes out her notebook,
opening it to a nervously quivering
virginal white page
in anticipation of filling it.
Perfuming her bath
with seductive jasmine,
she lowers her naked body
into the aromatic waters
of liquid fulfillment.
Drinking strong coffee,
burning the midnight oil,
she glides through the recesses
of her mind, where she keeps her
most private fantasies
tucked safely away.
A glass of Riesling
in her bold red
freshly-manicured fingers,
she relishes the heady feeling
of dizzy delirium.
Ahhhhh,
she finds a spark of inspiration,
an intriguing new twist.
She can breathe new life into
a limp age-old subject.
Feeling ecstatic, she
moves toward uninhibited
self-expression.
Lathering her loofah sponge,
she generously soaps her body,
giving the water permission
to move over her
like a teasing tongue
as she trembles in
the comforting warmth,
desiring immersion.
She leans back on the couch,
embraced by her favorite
cushy pillows,
candles lit for both ambience
and soft, meditative light.
She ceremoniously adorns
her body in black lace
that plays peekaboo
over her curves,
barely covering the rest
(but that's not the purpose).
She smiles seductively
relishing the feel of
smooth satin
as her thirsty skin drinks in
the pleasurable sensation.
Writing feverishly,
her pulse quickens,
eyes dilate with hedonistic pleasure.
Oh, how she loves when
the ideas flow so smoothly
in one continuous,
black, inky, fluid motion.
Her breath becomes ragged,
focused and intent upon
the task at hand,
culminating in a content sigh
as her determined hands
fly over the page,
stealing it's innocent blankness.
She peels off her negligee,
smiling sweetly as
she slips off one
slinky strap at a time,
unzipping the bodice,
unhooking the garters,
exposing thighs, shoulders-
spilling creamy flesh
before watchful eyes,
smoky with lust and
reflecting back at her
from the mirrored ceiling.
The ideas spill forth,
one pleasurable wave
crescendoing into the next
until...
Hands wander in
reckless abandon
over her oiled body
as her head falls back
and she gives in to sweet~
COMPLETION.
opening it to a nervously quivering
virginal white page
in anticipation of filling it.
Perfuming her bath
with seductive jasmine,
she lowers her naked body
into the aromatic waters
of liquid fulfillment.
Drinking strong coffee,
burning the midnight oil,
she glides through the recesses
of her mind, where she keeps her
most private fantasies
tucked safely away.
A glass of Riesling
in her bold red
freshly-manicured fingers,
she relishes the heady feeling
of dizzy delirium.
Ahhhhh,
she finds a spark of inspiration,
an intriguing new twist.
She can breathe new life into
a limp age-old subject.
Feeling ecstatic, she
moves toward uninhibited
self-expression.
Lathering her loofah sponge,
she generously soaps her body,
giving the water permission
to move over her
like a teasing tongue
as she trembles in
the comforting warmth,
desiring immersion.
She leans back on the couch,
embraced by her favorite
cushy pillows,
candles lit for both ambience
and soft, meditative light.
She ceremoniously adorns
her body in black lace
that plays peekaboo
over her curves,
barely covering the rest
(but that's not the purpose).
She smiles seductively
relishing the feel of
smooth satin
as her thirsty skin drinks in
the pleasurable sensation.
Writing feverishly,
her pulse quickens,
eyes dilate with hedonistic pleasure.
Oh, how she loves when
the ideas flow so smoothly
in one continuous,
black, inky, fluid motion.
Her breath becomes ragged,
focused and intent upon
the task at hand,
culminating in a content sigh
as her determined hands
fly over the page,
stealing it's innocent blankness.
She peels off her negligee,
smiling sweetly as
she slips off one
slinky strap at a time,
unzipping the bodice,
unhooking the garters,
exposing thighs, shoulders-
spilling creamy flesh
before watchful eyes,
smoky with lust and
reflecting back at her
from the mirrored ceiling.
The ideas spill forth,
one pleasurable wave
crescendoing into the next
until...
Hands wander in
reckless abandon
over her oiled body
as her head falls back
and she gives in to sweet~
COMPLETION.
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