Part 4 The Massage Ventrally


The Process Part 4


Old candles flicker
black wicks protruding
from their seas of wax
new ones awaiting sentry posts
dancing shadows playing tag
on bedroom walls.

Your eyes stay closed
not to disturb dumb night
mute witness to euphoric
bath of heated cream
on Venus in celestial bed.

From temples crossing
seamless brow
concentric circles
curl themselves
with velvet sheen
slight smile urging
whispered secrets
escaping slightly parted lips
exhaling momentary gasps
of senseless words
that mingle love and lust
in banquet portions
of poetic verse.

Upper limbs hung limply
dangle
careless witness to the process
plying pressure points
evoking pleasure groans
unheard but by Adonis
hovering cloudlike
loving mist
over torso
draped just in sweet sweat
ambrosial nectar
Olympic juices drenching navel plains.














Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 05:27

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