Izzy Gumbo Poet I do not know?

Scent of Elation...

Painting ink onto Midnights drink
The touch is tender and slow
Gliding pink along a skin of mink
Erecting peaks in an afterglow
Suckling nectar in it's gentle flow

Touch the brush the canvas is fire
In flaming color is the Scent Desire
Elation came to take me tHere as
Passion claimed my soul a dare...

Remembering You... in the Wind
Dripping brush in a rush of Mind
Gripping crush of our bodies grind
Thrusting lusting fingers entwine
Tempting juice from a tongue in rhyme
The scent of you is a drink I glisten
Licking lips in a dream sensation
Sticky tip of my brush wants more
Milky drips from my Lovers core

~Your scent excites me
So I'll dip a wet brush...
And I'll drink what's in store...

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 7, 2009 at 6:20 AM Woah Baby... luv this, Izzy, my kinda poetry... yes yes its about painting but the inferences on the passion spin.. right up my alley... wonderful play on words ... great style and interesting write... keep at it ... thankxxx 2 for the many comments on my poetry..I don't sleep much so I am always in the creation process... too cold to go to beach now... have a great great day.. Linda-Marie, Poetess Extraordinaire' and Poetry Soup "Sweetheart"