The Gifts of Pleasure – An Erotic Poem

by Veronica Love ruth_st_denis_burmese_dance_muray_nickolas_nypl-1sm400 My gifts of pleasure – hold onto that dream, lover, For my lips are ‘round the corner of dawn. Love making is an art and woman is its canvas The long down slowly is my name so make it holy. My body a perfect sonnet for your lips to recite upon My body a metaphor to let pour from my pitcher Carrying within me echoes of all creation speech That tickled the universe into telling her story Coughing up stardust and creating such soft bodies as ours That we carry about on stage how else Could there be anything more beautiful For the butterfly to cast off? When it is born as we are at death And leave weary flesh behind to renew in Cosmic depths of my being, my body Reflected in that inner world I have weathered in dust resurrected out of lust for life, love, passion. My body a perfect sonnet for your lips to recite upon    

2 thoughts on “The Gifts of Pleasure – An Erotic Poem

    • Hello GJCAIN darling! Well thouest words of allusions, art, writing, nature, COSMOS, SEX….. gives me some great creative ideas for more wonderful words to flow and flow and flow and make love, love, LOVE. GOOD SEX. GOOD FUCKING! Tantric to the core! xoxoxoxo Thank you so much! Love, Veronica

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