My most recent lover called me in the night to recite this to me.
He has the most wonderful voice.
Written by Walter Benton, in the 40's, I think.
A few days later it was left in my bedroom.
....sssooo sexy!
Can you think of other very evocative, mush-inducing poems? What kind of poems turn you into putty?
(Please, no roses-are-red-violets-are-blue poems..)
...I memorize you . . . walking as if to music. Your dress lies
against the cheeks and hollow of your thighs like running water.
Your breasts nod yes each step,
your slow involute hips cradle the eternal synonym for God.
The dress censors not a syllable of you.
Articulate eyes wink from your breasts and belly, signal from your throat ---
beckon from your knees, your waist . . . your mobile shoulders.
Yes, your body makes eyes at me from every salient,
promises warm, lavish promises ---
curved colored . . . finished in warm velvet..
He has the most wonderful voice.
Written by Walter Benton, in the 40's, I think.
A few days later it was left in my bedroom.
....sssooo sexy!
Can you think of other very evocative, mush-inducing poems? What kind of poems turn you into putty?
(Please, no roses-are-red-violets-are-blue poems..)
...I memorize you . . . walking as if to music. Your dress lies
against the cheeks and hollow of your thighs like running water.
Your breasts nod yes each step,
your slow involute hips cradle the eternal synonym for God.
The dress censors not a syllable of you.
Articulate eyes wink from your breasts and belly, signal from your throat ---
beckon from your knees, your waist . . . your mobile shoulders.
Yes, your body makes eyes at me from every salient,
promises warm, lavish promises ---
curved colored . . . finished in warm velvet..
