It is not called bagatelle
But can be one!
An instant caress of her curlicue
Popping the bottle with a corkscrew
Objet d'art and its vestige
Touch then smell - the prestige.
Wink and smile
Murmur, as braid gets pulled
The neck is summoned
As a hilltop to be conquered or climbed
But not as an ornament
To be visually admired
(Only)
Oh, lonely,... lonely
It is exposed
To devour, to feed upon,
Or share passion
With particularity called aphrodisia
Prurience with lucent aspiration
Tune-in all the keys, and hammers and strings
As if it is touched by seraph's wings
Then gently handbound,
Perfected, to make a sound
Soft and gentle
Melodic and infective
Pleasing and, indeed, very effective.
What card have you been dealt?
Do not look!
Have you felt the melt?
Categories:
aphrodisia, lust,
Form: Free verse
Luminesence
besprinkles fantasies
on liquid love
surrounding us.
Riding the ebb and flow,
we rock
we lull,
we ripple
in the reverberations
of our aphrodisia.
Salty breezes
teases our excitement
as we salute Venus
with sexual gifts.
Moonlight waltzes scintillant riffles
across the glass-sea surface
to the bateau we sail;
as we dance,
rumba romance
in rhythmic swells,
on our Little Piece of Heaven.
Susan Ashley
July 25, 2017
Categories:
aphrodisia, relationship, romance, sea, sensual,
Form: Free verse
Thrice a summer aphrodisia snickered in my face
Yesteryear the fog of boreal passion surfaced across my window frame
Omnifarious passions are surfacing
The insignificance of homosapiens stood the test of time
Life molests all of us, maul us, then sing us to sleep
Spiraling through dimensions decorated with brothels and strip clubs
Aging with the grains of pebble stones
Aphrodisia is a tourist
Categories:
aphrodisia, life,
Form: Verse
Around me I see only Jealousy,
Why do they see me as a Heresy?
Do they want to make me go through an Autopsy?
Or do they lack Courtesy?
All because I am always Dressy
And because I am in Ecstasy
At my Realisation of being a Gipsy
And my Aphrodisia for your Kissy?
My Punishment can be Terrible!
You will verily be in Trouble
For the Queen of Bees,
Though Humble as the Queen of Fairies,
Can show her side as Gullible,
Yet she can be Abominable!
Categories:
aphrodisia, angst, me, me,
Form: Rhyme
Swirling in a honeyed tapestry of a seducing pot pourri,
Aphrodisia flavored oils is poured over weak flesh and minds,
The liquid is in hues of the darkest red in ancient scrolls,
Wordy incense of passion in phrases and images to excite and tease the growing
crowds,
moans and groans of blinded bliss can be heard in the background as they applaud and beg for more
Intoxicated now from the sirens
Categories:
aphrodisia, faith
Form: Verse
Another Vein - - Another Valentine
Earth shattering silence you bring
The enveloped wing of your being fills me
Confessions of love are never enough
The more of me to you
Is another vein in my sleepless words
Written restless on hot sheets
How the taste of you
Lingers a sorcery of enchanted language speaks
Soft aphrodisia of my imaginings
Angel of passion in connotation
Your beauty pussy cats this hearts symmetry
Felled I fall so willingly
Lost in your captured palms
The cage of my ever dreaming love
Holding you would be enough
With the magnitude of the space in my heart
I will give you more
Than love can command
Categories:
aphrodisia, lovelove,
Form: Free verse