Blossomed With Desire

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In the early days of Summer I still lingered on the vine not yet ripe enough for picking not ready to be sipped as fine wine Soon, I blossomed with desire It raged deep down inside of me burning me like tongues of fire I needed only to be tenderly peeled When his fingers gently touched me the time had come for me to yield With sensuous lips he coaxed me On passion's hunger we both dined through each night until dawn's light he suckled my sweet summer wine

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/3/2025 10:48:00 PM

Very serious one. I like this a lot. Love your metaphors

Lin Lane
Date: 6/4/2025 1:35:00 PM

Thanks so very much, Andrea.

Duke Beaufort

Date: 6/3/2025 6:14:00 PM

Lin, a great description of what happens to us as we grow into young adulthood. You describe it with such fondness and it's a pleasure reading something that has purity and honesty. It sounds like a wonderful memory. I'm sure many of us have experiences like this and you certainly are making me reflect on my youth. There were some good days there, which are fond memories. Smiles!!

Lin Lane
Date: 6/4/2025 3:07:00 AM

I hope your reflections of younger days make you smile as much as your kind comments bring a smile to my lips. Thank you so much, Duke.

Ink Empress

Date: 6/3/2025 9:55:00 AM

Gosh! How passionate and intense dear linnersz, i dont usually like sensual poems but yours is so well woven and flows like a river blooming with desires, endless! I love many lines here especially the second stanza! Is exquisitely delivered! Beautiful picture to go with your poem too! Pleasure reading this today! Sending you light always

Lin Lane
Date: 6/3/2025 10:13:00 AM

Thanks, my sweet friend. Sensual writing should create an image that tempts, not flaunts sexual innuendo. Those tongues of fire imply so much more without boldly stating its true intent.

Connie Pachecho

Date: 6/2/2025 9:42:00 PM

Lin, I see your subliminal message and correlation and can relate to the summer heat. One thing for sure is that the sound of crowing roosters never gets old.

Lin Lane
Date: 6/3/2025 10:11:00 AM

Thank you for your observant insight, Connie. Yes, that cockadoodle crower can be a pest.

Daniel Caplin

Date: 6/2/2025 12:05:00 PM

You just don't get grapes like that where I live mores the pity, beautifully and cleverly written. I too enjoyed it. Danny

Lin Lane
Date: 6/2/2025 12:42:00 PM

I don't think there's a vineyard in the world that can produce grapes to whet such an appetite. Thank you, Danny.