French Kiss

Today’s poem has a rather raunchy feel to it as I travel back to a steamy summer in my twenties! The prompt is to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. being as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear. Needless to say the torrid summer fling that I describe did not amount to a long lasting relationship but it was good while it lasted!


Seashells on the seashore

The sand is warm and course

My lust for you leaves me raw

Together we’re a force

Limbs and lips entwining

We crash like breaking waves

It’s all in perfect timing

You’re just the type I crave

Recall the rhythmic raining

Soft patter on warm tin

With you there’s no restraining

And you know I’m all in

You are a wild arouser

I don’t want this to stop

And I’m no window browser

We move to Iggy Pop

Your eyes drink in my yearning

You kiss like salty sea

The heat we make is burning

You smell like jasmine tea

My body it dehisces

You lead my mind astray

You say I am your starfish

Upon the Île de Ré


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