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Black Lace and Bluebells

by Ambitions of Lisa 

Posted: 02 May 2007
Word Count: 337


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Smothered by hot steam,
I gazed, through the dreamy haze,
as I lay, immersed,
washing the earth from my skin,
the leaves from my hair,
and our sex from my thighs.

I breathed in the scent of nature,
I recall the lust in your eyes,
as you found me waiting,
against a woodland tree,
in the early evening sun,
accompanied by birdsong.

You lay beside me,
on a beautiful carpet of bluebells,
as your gentle caresses,
set me on fire, burning,
through the delicate black lace,
between you, and my breasts.

Your soft kiss lingered,
and I was lost, in sensuality,
as you laid me down,
on a bed of deep violet loveliness.
I gripped your strong arms,
gasping at your intimate touch.

Aroused, my juices flowed,
you held my trembling body firmly,
and watched me with your eyes,
as blue as the sky above.
My hair fell from my face,
and your lips on mine, silenced my climax.

As always with you, I felt,
that only we existed,
and passers by couldn't see, or hear,
our wild woodland fantasy unfold,
as you slowly entered me,
and made love to me in the flowers.

I whispered to you,
"You make me feel so beautiful",
as the heat of our passion,
fused us into one,
creating an intense connection,
and I felt your erotic warmth filling me.

I had been mesmerised,
by the danger of you my lover,
knowing you were the one,
to fulfill my addictive desires.
I lay on the earthy ground,
yet, felt I was flying so high above it.

You took my hand in yours,
as my weakened body fell into you,
you held me and I felt safe,
as we stood among the trees,
reluctant to say goodbye,
and go our separate ways.

My bath had cooled rapidly,
and the steam dispersed and vanished,
unlike the memories you had given me
of our fun in the summer sun.
I smiled as I dried my soft curves,
wondering where we would next make love....






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Account Closed at 15:13 on 03 May 2007  Report this post
Were you reading Mills & Boon in the bath?

Juliet

joanie at 21:46 on 03 May 2007  Report this post
Hi Lisa. Mmmm.. very erotic; gorgeous! I think you could ditch the last verse completely, though; it seems superfluous to me, almost like the ending to a mediocre fairy tale. Or perhaps break the pattern and simply end with
My bath cooled rapidly,
the steam dispersed,
I dried my curves and wondered

What do you think?

I wonder if there are too many commas; often the line break can create a pause.
I enjoyed the read!

joanie

Zettel at 01:44 on 05 May 2007  Report this post
Works for me Lisa - and I hate Mills and Boon!

Regards

Z

Account Closed at 01:54 on 05 May 2007  Report this post
I liked the bluebells.

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They created a pleasant image, but then I like bluebells anyway :)

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--p.s the question about M&B was genuine. The poem reads like a fantasy. I wanted to know if that was the intention.

J.

James Graham at 11:55 on 06 May 2007  Report this post
It's as if the lover materialises out of the woods - where does he come from? When they go their separate ways, where does he go? His appearance and disappearance, and their love-making among trees and wild flowers, to the accompaniment of birdsong...very much the stuff of fantasy. The idyllic setting seems to have a magical effect on the love-making, which is just as idyllic. I'd like to know too whether the poem is intended to be its speaker's private fantasy.

James.



Ambitions of Lisa at 16:50 on 07 May 2007  Report this post
Hi all...

Thank you for your comments.
I hate M&B too but I can see where that comment came from.

It HAD been a fantasy. I'll let you work that one out for yourselves ;)

I hope the poem works and makes a decent read.

L





Zettel at 23:30 on 16 May 2007  Report this post
Lisa

Yes, yes, and.....tease!

Z

Dreamchameleon at 08:48 on 09 September 2007  Report this post
This is absolutely beautiful Lisa, I comment as a reader -not a writer- as I am very much amateur and beginner myself. I just loved this poem, it encompasses all the senses, visual, touch, sound, taste, everything, very vivid.


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