James Peranteau Poet Free verse

The Shower Curtain

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            The flower’s image before me
                                stares

         So overwhelmed by the splendor
                     my fingers become
                              agitated
                              restless
                               frantic
                       and what spills
                       sears mine slip

           stunning sky blue decorate
                      the sylphs eyes
     clustered blond tresses ornament
             her soft Caucasian flesh 
                          to her hips
       leading this soul’s gaze to those
                naked distended lips

             The poet pining for this
                  petite nubile miss

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John Loving Iii November 22, 2011 at 5:44 AM youthfull or soulless is this sylph?

Elizabeth Wesley November 14, 2011 at 7:52 PM Don't know which is more fun, your verse or Daver's pacemaker. Either way, I enjoyed both.

Daver Austin November 13, 2011 at 10:57 AM Keep your eye on the shower curtain flower. The one within is mere whimsy. Be still my old heart - pace maker going wild. Love, daver

Kabuteng P.Ink K. November 13, 2011 at 10:50 AM All that is left to say is, ooh la la~ very sensual write, James!

Wilma Neels November 12, 2011 at 11:47 AM Sensual and yet so delicate, this made me smile James, luckily it is almost 9pm over here ;) enjoy your weekend, love Wilma

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 12, 2011 at 7:27 AM I should have read this one Sat. evening rather than Sat. morning cause now my mind is going bonkers with visual passion James.. u are the master of this technique luv.. enticing the reader and building the suspense... will be mesmerized and haunted all weekend with these charming lines.. enjoy blessings...luv..

Andrea Dietrich November 12, 2011 at 12:59 AM And now you are at the shower curtain. Boy, James, you just love seeing those nude women in every place imaginable! Your poetry fits the lyrics of that song that says, "my sweet little imagination!"

M.I.A . November 11, 2011 at 10:36 PM olala, very sexy piece indeed! with beautiful words in between. can't say which one is more tempting, the miss or the poet here ;D LoL! thanks for stopping by. best wishes always

Gwendolen Song November 11, 2011 at 8:46 PM Hi James~this is some kind of hot write...what a scene in this shower...hope your mother is not also a ps member!! ha ha, great write. Gwendolen

Charlotte Puddifoot November 11, 2011 at 4:03 PM this is a sensual, subtly erotic write, I like :-) don't think I've read any of your work before, but I shall read more...

Carolyn Devonshire November 11, 2011 at 1:02 PM Wonderfully romantic, James! I can just imagine you pining for the "petite nubile miss" behind the shower curtain. I think this is one of your best poems and it's going to my favorites. I did find an old address for you and hope you haven't moved. Love, Carolyn

Michael J. Falotico November 11, 2011 at 12:03 PM Its a chilly day here in good ole NY but your words jus kicked up the temp!!! always Michael