Ripe Nectar  

SecretKeeperr 48F
61 posts
4/22/2005 12:27 am

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Ripe Nectar

There is nothing sweeter
In the winter’s stormy weather
Than the s(ub)lime of nature’s ripe nectar
Dripping from my lips
Flowing over my tongue
Sliding down my throat…
Ahh, the fragrance of mingled wetness
Of time and labor’s heat blended
Into one earthy wash upon my soul
Aroma therapy to say the least
Deliciously savored

smartnfun1961 55M
30 posts
12/7/2005 5:04 pm

Very nice.

I like the contrast of sweet nectar and stormy, winter weather - so unexpected and unusual. And the play on "slime" and "sublime" is wonderful, especially as it's carried through the next triplet:

dripping. . .lips, flowing. . .tongue, and sliding. . .throat

highly erotic. Ummmmm. Makes me want to be there.

I like the phrase "mingled wetness"; so suggestive of lovers sharing their nectar with one another.

I love the phrase "one earthy wash upon my soul." Yes, very nice.

Savored, indeed. I have little-to-no aptitude for poetry, but this makes me wish for a poem that captures my own delight at enjoying my lover's nectar; ummm, just thinking about my tongue caressing her labia and clit and gently working inside her. For hours. . .

Become a member to create a blog