Woman Who
Woman Who
woman who’s lips are a complex mystification
conforming structurally into my own
i touch my nose lightly onto her lips
then swiftly maneuver down
to buoyantly lick and twist and braid
and weave our tongues
like fruity moist leather candy
woman whose jaw nodes
expel succulence into her mouth
i nibble on her orifice
and froth it up
with ambrosic juices
i am drenched with her devotion
woman who leans into my body
and settles like putty into my nooks
and clings to my frame like cellophane
our skins reach through our clothes
longing to unite the contrast
of textures, of colors, of hormonal scents
and the similitude of taste and mettle
as we smelt into robust regalement
woman who’s seat is softness
where all her life sits
who’s handfuls of flesh
are the size of her heart
she rolls herself along my thighs
and rubs her scent onto my own
we reach around each other’s torsos
to hold our fundamental interconnection
to brace our loads freely
and without calculation
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This was posted for:
dversepoets.com Poetics The Other.
I posted this for Brian Miller who caught me the other day on my Fruit Leather poem, saying that it sounded very sensual, and I actually took some parts of this and turned it from a sensual poem to a food poem. And well…that’s how to use words. So Brian, this is for you! 🙂
Also posted on:
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Photo Credit: sodahead.com Was Jean Harlow The Sexiest Sex Symbol of the 30s.
Posted on October 22, 2011, in D’verse Poets Pub and tagged dverse, dverse poets club, Jean Harlow, regalement, sensual, woman. Bookmark the permalink. 32 Comments.
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ZONGRIK 
uhuh…could someone open a window please….? smiles..sensual indeed..my fav part is the rubbing the scent part…goodness…
I just fell in love…….. may I have her number please? 🙂 Way sensual Tammy…… excellent emotion here……. That really just spiced up my afternoon..
I shouldn’t read when I’m hungry.
now this is what i am talking about…i love poems about food…and this is like a five course meal…hehe…whew…had to slow down could barely type you know…smiles. still you work in some complex language but it works and you def bring the heat with this one…smiles.
So passionate and enticing… and oh, so very clever! Bravo!!
O that we could truly get past our skins into the Beloved Other. We do, and we can’t. – Brendan
Wow, sensual indeed! I am missing something though. I read the sensuality, but I don’t see anything about food. Perhaps I am missing an obvious clue.
OK, I’ll explain it to you. Last post was this https://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/10/19/fruit-leather/ it was for a prompt by Victoria for her Wordsmith Wednesday where she wanted you to discuss some kind of food. So I took this poem, and changed it to a food. Then today, dversrse asked for a switcharoo/other POV poem. Well, Brian Miller, in his comment on the Fruit Leather poem, said he suspected that the poem was really about sensuality (sexuality) and not food. Well, he was right. I had taken this poem, and switched it around to be about food. So when the prompt came today, I could not resist using this poem for the exercise. I hope it makes sense now. Thanks for the comment.
Ah, thanks for the explanation. I get it now.
Very nice indeed…enjoyed this very much.
☮ Siggi in Downeast Maine
A great take on the prompt, sensual with scrumptious language, full of longing and tenderness.
Bravo lady! Thought this awesome and so unlike what I have come to expect! You go! I’m giving you a standing ovation here…
Deliciously sensual indeed. Loved it 🙂
Ha! Very surprising! Very fun. Woke me up! (Just one question–I’m wondering if you mean “whose” rather than “who’s”. Wasn’t sure.)
I fixed it. Please always feel free to edit.
well, a very eloquent way to describe what at times is beautiful yet at others animalistic, love it ~~
“fundamental interconnection” … tech talk for hot spots. Sexy flesh and mechanics all in one poem — beautifully wrought.
Shawn
WOW,That is so much feeling&images in my mind took me back and forth..very nice.
“woman who leans into my body
and settles like putty into my nooks
and clings to my frame like cellophane”
Quite simply delicious. Food and sex, both sensual and transitory, both requiring protection to be preserved. Loved this write.
Now this woman at the door wouldn’t have it slammed in her face!
LOL
sensual write filled with animalistic lust ….thank you x
All good things rolled up in one..and that’s a lot of sweet jelly roll. Great without being over the top. Just right write!
When my x-husband and I lived in Montana, we had a little business called WriteRightTypeWriteRightType. I typed, wrote (resumes cover letters etc) edited and typed. Your comment reminded me of that.
Whew I love this. It is really a very nice break from scary and sad poems.
I don’t write too many scary and sad poems. When I do, it’s pretty much an exercise. Well, to me, poetry is an exercise, not therapy, like for a lot of people. Yeah, I get sick of going through people’s misery too.
Very nicely done, love the shift between the writes. Thanks
smoky, juicy, heady, urgent, wonderful…
Sensual, passionate, excellent.
Ah. Yes.
i nibble on her orifice
and froth it up
with ambrosic juices
i am drenched with her devotion
…and this is why i have had a beard ever since college.
Very very sensual 🙂 i like the last stanza the most 🙂