September 29, 2010
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NO SKELETONS FOR ME
No skeletons for me for I love the flesh.
I love the flesh that one can feel – skin to skin.
Caresses exciting both caresser and caressed
Discovering curves and hills and valleys
While becoming intimate with another’s terrain.
I love the smell of another’s epidermis
That contains the organs and circulatory system.
The pulsing, throbbing, lub-dub heart
And the red, red blood coursing through veins.
I love the hair tousled with my fingers,
The crown of a woman – her glory.
Cascading down and framing the flesh of face
Adding color from shoulder to pate.
Give me the flesh and feel of a hot-blooded woman
And I will merry be as I pleasure her with carnality.
Comments (6)
very nice…I have to agree
some one is thinking of the pleasures of the flesh, haha, that pic. i would add a good mind too, for something to talk about after
This is so sensuous and evocative. I love the entire poem, including the skeleton. You have such a beautiful way of expressing your thoughts David.
I responded to your comment on my last poem just a few minutes ago, and had whined that you hadn’t written any thing new in a while.
Thank you for this.
Or as the Mills Bros. might have sung, “I’m gonna buy me a paper skeleton that I can call my own.” (Such a sad song.)
nice one!
You just might rather be a Zombie than a skeleton. LOL