Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Lusty November Morning - Poem by Alison Cassidy

I waken to the screeching of cockatoos.
The sticky scent of jasmine fills the room.
Dawn's watercolor fingers touch the pillow.
It's been a long, hot night.

I press myself against your naked back.
You're cooler now than you were before,
when you were struggling to breathe
and pushed me away.

Your skin is smooth as soap this morning.
Your shoulders broad - familiar.
I smell the heavy rhythm of your breathing -
oblivious to my desire.

My skin is smarting from yesterday's sun.
My fresh haircut is shorter than ever.
I slip my fingers shyly between your legs.
My pulse quickens.

Comments about Lusty November Morning by Alison Cassidy

  • (4/11/2008 8:50:00 AM)

    You lure us in with the pictures of brightly coloured birds and scented jasmine and then take us straight to your intimate place! Bravo - it's a very daring write... (now then should I actually be in here?) LOL! HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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  • (4/5/2008 1:24:00 AM)

    Okay, maybe you're the devil to my angel...I would love to write just one poem that captures that 'lusty' moment the way you do...genuine, visual, visceral...loved it...Coach (Report) Reply

  • (1/23/2008)

    very good...holy moly...this is a gnarly one...i like it..maybe a bit too much...hahahaha...great poem miss... (Report) Reply

  • (1/1/2008 5:02:00 PM)

    I see the steamier side of Allie had been coming out lately... I almost missed this one, save for the title!
    Nice clean way you do things, and yet have your reader go where you didn't speak lol... beautiful job, Allie!
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  • (12/1/2007 5:00:00 PM)

    Very intimate and immediate...bravely and honestly winds the reader deep into the connected world of nature and the lust of Allie...Glad you stopped where you did! ! xxx jim (Report) Reply

  • (12/1/2007 7:16:00 AM)

    I've been trying for days to comment (PH site is obviously having some issues) . I love this poem. It conveys clearly your love of nature and of each other. It's got everything a poem needs. It's like having your steak and eating it too! :) Or is that cake or both.. :) Loved it.. Ashley xo (Report) Reply

  • (11/28/2007 3:36:00 PM)

    A deeply sensual portrait that successfully combines the familiar scents and sounds of nature with the heady scent of desire - an intoxicating write full of lovely imagery and a masterfully controlled pace. jz xx (Report) Reply

  • (11/23/2007 1:00:00 PM)

    If I had a collar to speak of, I could easily be swetting under it, wow! , now that's hot stuff
    Love duncan X
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  • (11/22/2007 3:06:00 AM)

    i loved the sensuosness.soul and senses having plaesure at the same time
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  • (11/21/2007 2:24:00 AM)

    lovely words! How I wish that I coul also smell that sticky jasmine scent of yours. You will always be one of my precious favorite poet.

    Mahal kita,
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  • (11/18/2007 7:59:00 AM)

    The screeching of cockatoos, the sticky scent of jasmine and dawn's watercolor fingers preparing ground for the erotic take off. (Report) Reply

  • (11/17/2007 4:21:00 PM)

    Pay no nevermind to that long, hot night for it sounds like one hot morning about to commence. Giddy up! Rise and shine! Up 'n' at 'em! G-spot on, Alison.

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  • (11/17/2007 5:40:00 AM)

    Images as smooth as silk; music that soothes the soul; colour that calms the eye; sensation that that quickens the heart beat and befuddles the mind - all neatly arranged like a bouquet of flowers.

    Take care
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  • (11/17/2007 3:49:00 AM)

    Steamy stuff Allie.... I feel like an intruder to read it... deeply personal. t x (Report) Reply

  • (11/17/2007 2:33:00 AM)

    You disgusting but lovely person, thank you... (Report) Reply

  • (11/17/2007 12:54:00 AM)

    It is an androgynous but entirely effective painting nonetheless. I know you would like to claim otherwise but gender perspective implies roles which imples performance parameters which implies cautionary tales for in/&/experienced lovers. But reflecting on the whole cameo in its sensuous glory is completely androgynous... And so grand! Rgds, Ivan (Report) Reply

  • (11/17/2007 12:50:00 AM)

    I love this water colour painting (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011

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