I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.

1 August 2015

Warm Whispers: Erotic haiku, July 2015

long fingers
play me skilfully
I twang

7/7/15


my breast aches
for the firm warm touch
of your palm

25/7/15


your breath
caresses my ear
warm whispers

27/7/215

Linking to the Tuesday Platform for 22 Sept. 2015, at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.





14 comments:

  1. Wonderful. I can hear that full blue moon whispering to you, my friend. Ow-WOO!

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    1. A great compliment, coming from you, Grace!

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  3. I just sighed and cooed quite a bit after reading this. Wonderfully sensual! ♥

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  4. Oh... this is hot.. maybe the fewer words the more room for imagination.

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    1. Ha ha, I think imagination definitely plays a part!

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  5. Ah lovely. You do these so well. All terrific. Maybe like first best but truly not sure. Third also really touches and I love how warm here is also warmth. Thanks, Rosemary

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  6. Very sensual and full of human warmth as well.

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  7. The form is most suitable for these sensuous recollections.

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  8. I love all of these sensual tidbits, but I am especially drawn to the first one.

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