Joyously we kiss beneath the felicitous blue sky,
And then inside we follow the sensual aroma from scented candles
Drifting from an amorous room; the delicious taste of summer peaches
And slow musical dances create perfect situations for erotic embraces;
I’m alienated today from my formerly dark meditations,
My head is dreamily swimming like an Olympic athlete
Into pools of happiness and warm feminine flesh,
I confess an amazing lust extending from Helen of Troy
To every girl I ever saw as a small school boy,
And the moonlight is a sly conspirator
Falling softly into the eyes I kiss and miss when they depart
With my fragile heart still serenading them
With inarticulate palpitations of desire and love sensations;
When you’re with me next, I’ll unlatch the sexy ankle straps
To your adorable shoes freeing your gorgeous feet
And a magical breathtaking affair will commence.
I especially like the middle part of this poem, Helen of Troy, the schoolgirls, the moon...
Well Uriah, lust is often a cliche...eroticism is as well...but sometimes just the right picture calls for such phrases. What makes this different and gave me pause for thought is the illusion that all the lust felt from Helen of Troy on are directed at girls you meet. Wow! I like the poem, especially the ending. Raynette
Wow, such a beautifully 'moving' piece Uriah. Your latest works are truly wonderful. Great job, whatever's (or whoever's) been inspiring such lovely poems, keep it up. Sincerely, Mary
This is nice, Uriah. I have to agree with Mahnaz...you have written a sensual 'piece'. LSP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there's not a woman on earth who is going to be thinking about any adjective-noun structure when she's reading this, Jeff.