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Oct 03, 2013
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Pocket Orgasm
texts and samplers
from foil packets
pushing into spines and
musculature like road
maps pushing and pawing
gently purring
while moans and sighs
slip away
My day was a wretch of
happiness
but this touch unwinds my
bow of frustration
like a whipped hair
bent and fluffed from
a bended hip
She smiles
waiting
I know its a given gift
this trust
her back
so I work as I can
intuitive
knowing what she
needs without
much words
I can feel her unwind
twisting slow
responding
she gives me
time and intell
of a world I dont
belong with
she smells of
fast travel days
and lingering
interests
and I will always
be the one who
takes the time
to pull my hands
from my pockets
of talismans
and maps
and knead
away the pot holes
and traffic jams
her own highwayman
while the wind blows
in through the windows
exponent
caressing
timeless deconstruction
this Love
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Nordic cloud
11 years 9 months ago
A most unusual way of
A most unusual way of expressing it Wolf,
wound into words that take us on little journeys as you go.
Love Ann
Esker
11 years 9 months ago
life on the roll
I met a lot of hikers and travellers and tree planters
and there is a large difference then being settled
in apartment room estate house trailer etc
in transit everything is in pockets
and one thinks of others as compartmentalized
portions...like a pack..the pocket of trail
behind or ahead or aside in movements
flanking.. sky space..river runs.. car trips..
cross city shunts and shuttles
Seretonin uptake...
the vivid high of that
and intimaxy...carried in cellphones
and sexting selfies in todays world
the meds one can find other
then sometimes the more
effort to hike and get the
physical high from endorphins
keys and pockets..
numbers on paper
diaries
and trinkets...
I knew so many whom
lived in suitcases
leaving everything
behind in moves
like chrysallis
shifts
the wind in their
wings
tactile is a lot
our nervous
system evolved
for a time
thank You
loved
11 years 9 months ago
Your orgasmic poetry
Your orgasmic poetry
alone draws butterflies…
on all fours
you have a vast domain to traverse
in your imitable style of sexy verse
and
guys and gals like me,
lay in ambush with lovely words
you play
and
with epicurial display
all orgsms you delay…
Esker
11 years 9 months ago
"epicurial"
:)
loved
11 years 9 months ago
ya
long one which never orgasms
hahahhaa