Lin Lane Poet Rhyme

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Blossomed With Desire

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 June 3, 2025 at 10:48 PM Very serious one. I like this a lot. Love your metaphors Lin Lane June 4, 2025 at 1:35 PM Thanks so very much, Andrea.

Duke Beaufort June 3, 2025 at 6:14 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 June 4, 2025 at 3:07 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 June 3, 2025 at 9:55 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 June 3, 2025 at 10:13 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 June 2, 2025 at 9:42 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 June 3, 2025 at 10:11 AM Thank you for your observant insight, Connie. Yes, that cockadoodle crower can be a pest.