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steam from the espresso was screaming
coffee grounds releasing
dark excitement into plain water
he brushed past me in line
evoking a charge
it waved through my body
this magnetic sensation
that was like
like caffeine vibrating my skin
his proximity so near
it
it left my breath in a pant
and i
i ordered an espresso
in a demitasse
i sat down, listened to the drip
of coffee conversation
tasted a perfectly shaped note of Ohhhh that’s good
so hot
sped my heart, made me sweat
and i
i looked around for that fellow
the one who caused such a steam
the guy who burned my lips
with his heat
Art Courtesy of Biljana Zovkic
See her blog at: http://biljanazovkic.wordpress.com/biljana-zovkic-the-world-of-my-voice-poems/
See Biljana’s website at: http://www.biljanazovkic.com/
Larry Potts, an award-winning singer/songwriter surprised me with his response to my “flaming inspiration” piece. hope you enjoy it
Eros never had it so good.
Flame and desire equal elements
to inspire the artist who unconsciously remembers
what the Muse told him:
pay attention to the woman
pay homage to the woman
without her you are nothing.
Strokes on the canvas only capture
her fleeting after-passions: so very close
to what just happened:
Oh yes, she draws you out like summer heat
and your thirst is quenched
only by her passion and her perfect still union
slumbering in the ecstasy of
her freely given pleasure: what’s left in repose?
just this: color of orange fire
Photo copyright Rodger Helwig
the flavors of my lips
inspired by jack prelutsky’s poem bleezer’s ice cream
push away your first impressions
& move on past your rules
i have a lot of flavors in me
some I’ll let you choose
lazy eyes to dream me in
feel the purring of my hips
better yet just sit right here
and taste the flavor of my lips
i have
mocha cherry almond
tequila sunrise jewel
lemon spray francesca
and
butterscotch cashew
i have a chocolate velvet tongue
that calls your lips to mine
come taste a lick of sunshine
and suck my lips like wine
i’ve got
bourbon salt vanilla
and margarita tart divine
the zest of all our flavors
will spice us up sublime
so take a step aside
your route
and savor a little taste
i promise you a flavor
you wouldn’t want to waste
push away your diet
forget your other plans
its time for blueberry kisses
to meet with cherry valentines
art courtesy of biljana zovkic
see more of her art at http://biljanazovkic.wordpress.com/biljana-zovkic-the-world-of-my-voice-poems/
sitting in the doll house room
romper room chairs
too stiff to be comfortable
breathing oil molecules
he scribbling on his sleeve
the rest reading the provided sports illustrated
or staring at CNN on the dinky TV screen
me sitting on the edge of my life
he was gangly
and wore a misshapen hat
i could see in his eyes which did not look my way
that he was misunderstood
i could see myself
climbing onto his lap and kissing those purple lips
“I understand you” my hips would say
his hands would say
he had always known me
and we would wake up
with legs tangled in saturday morning sheets
cheap plastic chair
facing the wrong direction
my heart spread open secretly calling him
i will leave my life for you
abandon the old me to throw myself into you
he paid his bill
and walked right out
the crude little door
putting the brakes
on my fantasy ride
they came
to Be Seen
walked in like show horses
parading, even
she, lovely-legs blonde with her evenly-cut hair
sliding down her pretty back
her nubile ripeness, nipples upon rounded fruits
and her ass
her perfect moon-ass
she was wearing high heels, of course
and nothing else
well, except for a provocative mini-thong
color-coded to match her hot pink stiletto sandals
and he with his perfectly shaped dick, muscled thighs
and dark, foxy features
gliding her around the dance floor, all eyes on the fire flys
scrotum and all
i couldn’t take my eyes off them.
i looked at my friend, susan
and her eyes were popping out
they relished in the eyes
that bathed their
naked bodies
they came
to Be Seen
published in the 2013 Anthology of SenSexual, Volume 1
Marilyn, by Rod Swade
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