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Flashes of green...

Midnight, I’m all alone…, again…,
Listening to thunder and rain and smiling from ear to ear…
Lying naked on my bed, trying to decipher Carlos Castaneda…
Whilst the “Rémy Martin” glass, filled with “Johny Walker Black”,
Is tilted by my hand every now and then…

After re-reading the same sentence six times,
I give up on Carlos Castaneda…
I toss and I turn, I toss and I turn…
I lie still this way, I lie still that way…
All to no avail, I can’t get her out of my mind…

Flashes of green, almost translucent eyes, are looking at me,
Now they smile shyly, now they search my soul, trying to unlock its mystery…
Now they shine mischievously, now they run and hide, afraid of what they might see…
Now they are serious, now they invite me to dive in and drink deeply…

Hands, shapely, youthful, meaningful, alluring hands,
Just lying there, waiting…
Tremulously, I reach out and explore their energy…
They respond, neutrally, cautiously, inquiringly…
I feel their energy, and I loose my equilibrium,
I take one of them to my lips, and caress it with a kiss, over and over and over…
They succumb, they enjoy, I succumb, I enjoy…

I have seen and kissed a few exotic lips…
But, these lips…, Oh, my god, these lips, stir a deep primeval urge deep within my breast[let’s stop at the breast shall we?]…
They are so full, they are so sensuous,
My imagination, climbs on a moonbeam and shoots off into the velvety blackness of infinite space at the dizzying speed of thought…

Somehow I manage to make her laugh, or was it the other way around…?
Her laughter explodes like sparkling diamonds, enthralling me…
Naturally, smoothly, our lips meet…
And heaven parts, as I am transported to the nether fields…
There, a concerned Eros, applies mouth to mouth resuscitation,
In a feeble attempt to project me back to the earth plane…
However, I only go back when the aphrodisiac has worn off…
In the fervent hopes of replenishing it…

She allows me to only get to base one of “the voyage of discovery” of her lethally exquisite neck…
I bury my spirit and my hungry lips in her intoxicating nape…
Assuaging my thirst just a tad…
I spend the rest of the day imbibing and wondering where she’s really from…
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
Self explanatory..., eh?

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Comments (18)

Ladybee42
good grief earlgreytea! but you know how to make a persons spine tingle - am jealous of your adventures...i think this is my favourite of yours to date..:)
boyshchrm6
Extremely arousing Earlgrey.
Can't wait for Chapter 2.
Lovely phrases used.cool angel thumbs up applause
gnj4u
Hi, Earlgreytea,

I love the line laughter explodes like sparkling diamonds, evoking thoughts of laughter's music filling the night sky amidst a thousand points of light, that joins the senses of sight and sound.
Earlgreytea
Thanks Ladybee, you're soooo special, and to think I did not want to publish this, I'm glad I did..., and hey, don't be jealous of my adventures, I invite you to use your considerably feminine powers to open your heart and create some of your own, c'mon, no excuses, I know you can do it,
love and light...
Earlgreytea
Thank you my Canadian friend, praise from you is always High praise...
Earlgreytea
Thank you so much for your encouragement Massachusetts, it is much appreciated...
love and light...
Pinkpoetress
Earlgreytea,
You are so talented and gifted. I enjoy and admire your poems, especially this one. Thanks.
trurorobonline today!
you are one h*rny bloke!!, but I love it!!
Rob
Earlgreytea
Thank you Pinkpoetress, for the wonderful complement, you make me blush...
love and light...
Earlgreytea
hi and thank you Rob, 'h*rny' 'lil ol me' as we would say in Txaes???, nah... Whatever made you think that, ha, ha,...nuff said...
hedistuff
"somehow I manage to make her laugh, or was it the other way around...?" that's terrific! sensuous. Did you use to write "Ted (that man) Mark" novels in the 60's?
agoodguy2have
bloke of earlgrey he may be, h*rny too, an incorrigible romantic ;-)
Earlgreytea
Thanks Hedi, always encouraging to get a comment from you, "Ted (that man) Mark" novels in the 60's?, ehm, I'm not that old, I was only born in 1954, lol, those novels sound interestingm though...,
Earlgreytea
"an incorrigible romantic", yes Good guy, that I am, thanks as always for your encouragement!
hedistuff
Ted Mark books were written in the spirit of Ian Fleming's "James Bond" series, but nearly all of Mark's hero spy's exploits took place in the bedroom or anywhere else he and she, or shes, happened to be.
Earlgreytea
Ahhh, we have been enlightened, thanks Hedi...
jazzy75
Love your way with words! Giving up on Carlos Castaneda too soon...lol! No seriously, great writehug peace
Earlgreytea
I actually only gave up on Castaneda that night, I have actually read all he wrote more than once, loved it...
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