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Experience comes at a cost 
money is not the currency
the weight of useless titles
are now disgarded avidly

the sun 

tastes expensive here
like the stigma of saffron; 
I open my palms to the eyes 
of some strange royal God

who pretends not to hear me

love and life 
slip through the fingers
like sand 
the hourglass is turned upside down

a challenge

challenges now shed like worn out novels
unwritten words slipping silently 
between the sheets like expert lovers warmly known, 
sensuously undressing pages until they’re naked

a kiss 

I turn my head in this dream
I’m not looking for clocks
and as I glance back 
ahead of me I see my soul 

accepted

slip silently out of me 
like this body is empty tupperware
and what lies behind me 
hollow and unnessary 

melting away
into you 
between the lengthy 
unspoken sentences


Candide Diderot. ‘25

Mz Mortenson

I’m Mz Mortenson, if you please.
I dispensed with the charade
when I went to my grave.

Life can be tricky
if you’re pretty.

My life was a role,
I couldn’t always control.

How unaware the dumb bombshell seemed.
Still, I was labeled the obscene Norma Jeane.

in reel life’s small doses, 
the role was emotionally corrosive,
merely etching away my fragile identity.

In real life it proved erotically explosive
destroying my privacy, serenity, and sanity.

I thrilled in some 29 films, I took a few pills,
was a plaything for mobsters and tabloid mills.

When I started a fling with the president,
did I have any idea what I was up against?
Some free advice - beware of counterintelligence.

Homicide, suicide - what does it matter
- which one is sadder?

I knew I’d always be there for you, sensuously beckoning, 
at 24 frames per second, like an eternal flame - flickering.
.
.
Of course, Norma Jeane Mortenson’s stage name was Marylin Monroe

Written for the 'Lost Poetry from History Challenge' contest.
Where you write a poem in the voice of an historical figure.

16:00.06-17

Rhythms of Her Love and Beauty

When her love,
 and dress,
Is in slow motion,
Your love races,
To kiss the moon,
With a hymn,
So it may kiss,
And caress,
Her soul,

When her Beauty,
Is a beam of light,
And glides like wings,
Your love slows down,
To sigh with the moon,
With a song,
So she may hum,
And sigh,
Sensuously,
Within her sensual being,

When the rhythms,
Of her,
love and Beauty,
Is still,
As a seashell,
Upon the shore,
Your love,
 caresses ,
the sun,
The moon,
And its sparkling stars
Reynaldo Casison

Womans Desire

Woman’s Desire

What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap 
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks much of it too…
Once leaving the job, after 
The shopping; the vaccuuming; the cooking; the pots,
Pans, and dishes; after the childrens’
Homework, meals, baths, and good-night kisses;
Once the cat  and dog have gone out and in
Twice, been fed, and cooed over while petted;
After inquires about her spouse’s work, complaints,
And  wishes;  after the phone calls to people of concern;
After checking the bank account, new emails, and 
Cleaning out her handbag; counting out lunch monies;
Preparing the morrow’s snacks and clothing; writing
The lists of to-do’s and schedules;  and, preparing medications…
Afrter all that, following ten minutes of rest
 In a cushioned chair,
Among the first wishes of her long-patient body,  
Is for some time to linger, living
Pleasure’s  words whispered by her passion’s tongue.
A woman desires to lay felt and feeling sensuously
With her beloved, warm and spent, 
Close to sleep at her side.


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(c) sally young eslinger 9/16/2023

Red Moon Rising

Red moon rising, a globe ruby, an opulent theme,
A scarlet smile, a sight tranquil, a heavenly dream,
Weaves fabric of passions deep, as desires gleam,
Notions-romantic, undulating joy on stellar stream.

Hues iridescent paint a canvas of chromatic skies
Luring gazes, inflaming fervor of enamored eyes,
Glued to vision, intimate pleas of hearts surmise,
Inscribing crimson, where motifs moonstruck rise.

Embracing red moon, heartbeats rhapsodic tiptoe,
Caressing adoration of emotive eventide aglow,
Where, breezing affection, zephyrs amatory blow,
Whispering sweet-nothings, secrets fervent bestow.

As rhythms of our heart, lyrics of our soul rhyme,
Avowing pledges revered, through the song of time,
Reciting words divine, replaying promises sublime,
Under the red moon, we laud, bliss of love in prime.

Across celestial beauty, as impulses-angelic scroll,
Hypnotizing minds, captivating essence of soul,
A red moon tantalizing, O, sensuously we extol,
Weaving fabric of passions fantasies moonlit cajole.

The Opponent

"The Opponent" 

Something familiar
breezes across
the smile 

you balk 
at the familiarity
for a very short while

the opponent 
opens your windows
stealth like on pause

softly 
sensuously
like a cat

for a split 
second
violation recognised

and blithely 
dismissed as 
ridiculousness

yet like an 
unwelcome intruder
slides the door open

en garde 
lethal 
messages

despatched
and plundered
sliced, and red

the comeback
cleanly 
murdered

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Valentines Day

Flowers, arrive. Your heart just cannot stop it’s thunderous beating.
Already, heady from the aromatic aroma, running for scissors, you 
are in a love coma.

Hands trembling, you cut off the paper., the huge red ribbon, you 
pinned in your hair, even though, your man is not there.

Peeling down the paper, is a gigantic Gardenia plant, that transports 
you to Hawaii, it’s scent overwhelming!

All day you hear romantic music, lost in a cloud.
You say his name sensuously…..and out loud.

His gift is wrapped, all ready for this night.
Two lovers, on a scarlet, star-covered sofa!

The universe is most perfectly right.

                      1/6/2023

Vibrant Blissful Stillness

Always with you, I love to walk,
Under the sun, above the hills,
On the shore, to share and talk,
As my heart like the waves, enthralls.

From there, I’ll take you to the garden unbound,
Like butterflies varied, over the flowers,
Flapping their wings, sensuously around,
I ought you be beside, vibrant, all the hours.

Together we’ll look at the stars of night,
Mesmerizing the tribe, silvery, too beautiful a sight,
Your crescent smile, forever, emboldens each moment of mine,
This blissful feeling embarks my still soul with ceaseless shine.

Playful

Feasting on my splendor ravishing to your eyes
Greet me seductively, watch me bathe in sunrise,
Breathing me in, devouring scent of intimacy,
Caressing my breeze teasing you affectionately
Cuddling love’s essence in elysium of my affinity
Holding me in your trance of her magical allure
Enamoring doting senses of passions I conjure
Feeling her tender beats in fragility of my heart
Indulging softly in her fascination for romance
Tempting me longingly in glamor of her glance
As purple cheeks blush, titillating my ruby visage 
Fantasizing silken lips inflaming euphoric kiss,

But, dare not pluck me young man, till I’m willing
Undressing sensuously, revealing inner beauty,
Unveiling my core, arousing petals of yearning~
Only then I will be ready, worthy of your promise,
When you present me to her, she’ll be beaming
For I am the rose of her dreams, elixir of ecstasy.

September 25, 2021
Placed 1st: “P” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Playful

Nuestro Amor--Our Love

Get a soft ,luscious brush, please do?
Paint a sparkling rainbow across the sky.
Only for such eternal lovers, just me, just you.
Such free spirits my love, meaning never,asking why!

Nobody can ever sense the joy we bring to each other.
Door closed so softly, then our frenetic rush?
Nobody can sense our warm kissing lips that smother.
Nor see out nakednesses' warm, sensuously, secret bodies blush!!

  

                      2/11/2021
                        ~ 2 ~

Passion

Love
Trickles
Drop by drop,
Through those pink curves,
From the ardent heart;
Sensuously.
One, two, three...
Passion
Spent.

(For the "Ninette" Poetry contest, sponsored by Emile Pinet)

Prom Night In My Time - Dwm

Post-hippie and pre-disco kids were we,
not clearly fitting one sole category.
Girls dressed formal for our biggest dance.
No short-shorts or those fab bell-bottom pants.
Exploring options at each fashion store,
we girls picked gowns whose length was to the floor.
Guys dressed up formal too; perhaps they’d rent
tuxedos that they wore to the event.

Some local band would play; their lead would sing
an upbeat tune for us like “Wild Thing.”
We danced free form, for we were not about
a single style of dance; we just rocked out!
No Bandstand moves for us; we did just fine.
No Salsa, Swing or dancing in a line.
I think the guys preferred the music slow.
Then into their slow dancing mode they’d go.

Around our dates we draped our arms. Our feet
seemed barely moving from one spot; a treat!
A treat indeed – though soft the songs might be,
hearts raced as partners danced romantically.
To “Have You Seen Her,” “If,” and “Maggie May”
we let our bodies sensuously sway.
The threat of Viet Nam was nearly gone.
To “Riders in the Storm” we blissfully danced on.

March 9, 2020 
 “Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest”

Cat Nap

Fractious feline
sensuously stretching, 
languorously lying,
soporifically slumbering
(monocularly monitoring).

Meandering mouse! 
Tail twitching...
tautly tensing...
Predatory pounce!
Salubriously surfeit! 



February 6, 2020

Sadie Sunshine

In blue jeans and a large floppy hat, 
Charming as the hot, southern morn;
She hears songbirds go this way and that-
And scarecrows are still as the corn!

Scented Sadie softly, secretly, smiles.
Whatever notions could be in her mind?
Her pleasure in beauty radiates for miles,
Like the stars that twinkle, though blind.

Sunny Sadie spreads such singular spirit,
As the lusty hues of nature clash and blend!
Like blossoms, sweet joyfulness she emits,
Like a high fashion model's newest trend!

Sensuously sweet, she casts a secret spell,
For she is the heartthrob of still summer!
Famed pearly teeth, of blissful living tell,
Like the fair visions that arise in slumber.

She shimmers, spins sparkly, spicy sensations,
Throughout the hot days and the inky nights.
Strawberry girl, loves to dance and twirl,
Sassy, slender stunning, strikingly bright!

Rough With Beauty

rough with beauty 
    an acquired taste
            sexy with squiggles

But it’s a tree!
     Yes and has history and character
                 holding secrets of the forest

Or is it a rock?
       petrified now? Possibly later
                  Now very much alive

Secrets embroiled
           in a magic forest like way
                       sensuously mysterious

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