Softly
my insides burn
upon the gradual unveiling of want,
its rough religion
which sought to recite itself
as a monologue
knowing that strength is depleted.
Your eyes
swiftly glance and thumb through
like a manuscript,
your hands
touch me in places unnameable
as though
aroused by the thought of corrupting
sweet innocence,
before you
I have never been so conscious of my own body
in my own clothes.
Come
align your soul,
come
align your raring senses
this path
you have set me on will make you redefine urge,
its erotic fragments.
I want to seize your throat
and pin you hard against the wall,
trace my tongue
and kiss along the edge of collarbone
until you give in
and thrust your manliness into my flower zone.
Crimson
is the colour of candour
that rushes to greet my flesh
and blood,
mine is the fire that conquers lust
devours
sootiness of debauchery until its effect
has worn out.
To the bemused corner of bearded lips
I smile
and plant a kiss,
knowing I had awoken something pure
and unfeigned
inside of you that will never sleep again.
Photo credits: My Pretty Pink Flower by Jindra Noewi
For Anmol’s Guest Prompt 🙂
Posted for ‘Poetics’ @ dVerse Poets Pub
Sensual beyond measure, and honest and personal. It was steamy, hot, and erotic, yet tender as silk sheets and rose petals on your hips. This is romantic, poetic and pure.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
I love the ending <3
Thank you so much, Jade Li 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Beautiful, incredibly erotic writing. And so original: “rough religion that sought to recite itself…” You’re an awesome writer!
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Damn, girl.
“the gradual unveiling of want,
its rough religion”
“swiftly glance and thumb through
like a manuscript,
your hands”
“redefine urge,
its erotic fragments”
“sootiness of debauchery”
“To the bemused corner of bearded lips
I smile
and plant a kiss,
knowing I had awoken something pure
and unfeigned
inside of you that will never sleep again.”
Love all of that especially.
Gorgeous artwork as well.
😉 ❤️❤️
And may it never sleep again. Love the passionate write Sanaa !!!
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so good to see you ❤️
So many great lines, but really it’s the collective rush of energy that makes this so powerfully erotic.
Thank you so much, M.J 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
You have more than captured the prompt.
Thank you so much, Roslyn 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Ooh, I love it — this passionate consumption by a desire-fulfilling prophecy, the meeting of bodies and souls, the erotic discipline of every action, every touch and a fervent want – no – need for more and more. Your romantic verses very often have this beautiful, sensual quality to them — this is my favorite because it just doesn’t hold back; breaking the restraints can provide for such a satisfying experience both in practice as well as in poetry. The consciousness of the body and its myriad pleasures course through your words.
This is so good: “come/align your raring senses/this path/you have set me on will make you redefine urge,/its erotic fragments.”
Thank you so much for participating, Sanaa! I am glad that you did. <3
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Crimson
is the colour of candour. love this line and the passion in this poem!
Thank you so much, Rosemarie 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love the title, Sanaa, and the language of this poem, particularly:
‘its rough religion
which sought to recite itself
as a monologue’
and
‘…thumb through
like a manuscript,
your hands
touch me in places unnameable’.
And then the unbridled passion of:
‘I want to seize your throat
and pin you hard against the wall,
trace my tongue
and kiss along the edge of collarbone
until you give in
and thrust your manliness into my flower zone’.
Wow!
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Aroused by the thought of corrupting sweet innocence. My wife and I always enjoy my role as dirty old man, she being 16 years my junior. 🙂 This was wonderfully delicious, devilishly sensuous, and naughty as a nurse in garters… great piece Sanaa…!
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Gosh Sanaa – you have pushed the boat out with this erotic voyage. Astounding response to the prompt! Especially like “Crimson
is the colour of candour”
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
Wow. That was amazing. I loved all of it and the 3rd stanza made me gasp and gulp for air.
I have a host of other inappropriate thoughts that I’ll just keep to myself, but just know that you have my attention. 😉
Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“To the bemused corner of bearded lips
I smile
and plant a kiss,
knowing I had awoken something pure
and unfeigned
inside of you that will never sleep again”..
My goodness, Sanaa! You have really outdone yourself here 💙
Thank you so much, Alyssa 😀 so good to see you ❤️
My favorite line – Crimson
is the colour of candour
that rushes to greet my flesh
and blood, but loved the whole thing – lusty , brassy rough and smooth. Real sensuality incarnate
Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is so incredibly erotic… there is no way that anyone can sleep after this.
Perfect erotic
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I think I liked it even better on the second reading… this is one of your best poem ever.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
This is stunning and the art pairing is perfect.
Thank you so much, Angela 😀 so good to see you ❤️
So much of our being, and be-ing is maintained by the passion of a loving relationship..so hard to find the perfect match, yet one strives to achieve this sense of unity.
Definitely ❤️ thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Very erotic.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️
So many beautiful lines in this Sanaa!….I especially love the first stanza. Such a gorgeous and flaming hot poem Sanaa! I love it!!
Thank you so much, Carrie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I best love the closing lines, where you have awakened something pure in him that will never sleep again. Wonderful.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sigh, Sanaa, your sensual erotic poem overload the reader’s senses, with its lines of verse and accompanying painting. Am scare to ask for more, as there’ll be a pool, where I am sitting.
Thank you so much, Therisa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Very sensual and evocative! This may be your best write!
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Wonderfully sensual and unrestrained! (And oh my goodness, you always find the most perfect illustrations for your poems.)
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Ah, I’m loving it all over again. The hesitant but urgent tone is so seductive in this one. The desire-fueled passion and consumption by this fire is so evocative and sensual. It’s definitely one of my favourites by you. 🙂
Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Love the way a glance thumbs through a person like a manuscript.. !
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your poem is so deep and erotic! Scenes so vivid. Words carved beautifully and so is love…
The last stanza speaks so much about eternal love –
‘knowing I had awoken something pure
and unfeigned
inside of you that will never sleep again.’
Thank you so much, Kislaya 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
knowing I had awoken something pure
and unfeigned
inside of you that will never sleep again.
It’s so sensuous that one can hardly hold back from being aroused. The young at heart in you showing so profusely, Sanaa!
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️