Feeling Red  

NightRideHomeX 63M
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4/6/2006 2:50 pm

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4/8/2006 12:53 am

Feeling Red

I Want to Feel Red

I have, as of late, begun to feel the color red
It is erotic, it is powerful, it is compelling, and it is her
I see the dancing amber light from a fireplace licking her freckled skin
Combing her flaming hair, bathing her deep blue eyes.

I glimpse her on a motorbike, the wind teaming against her face
Investigating her body to learn the subtleties of her breast,
The contour of her curves ‒ is this an illegal search?
The vibrations and heat of the cycle probe her body
Seeking to mingle with her senses and her desires
I want to feel the speed of red!

I wander through the supermarket, shopping list in hand.
I see the produce and I am drawn to all that is red.
I fondle the tomatoes with so much yearning that a woman blushes
When she blushes, she is flush red.
I want to bite a big rip tomato and feel its juices on my face
I want to lick it and taste it and savor the liquid that is red.

I thump a rip red apple and dream of persuasive kisses.
I want to take a bit of this crisp delight and know the texture
Beneath it skin ‒ fondle it between my teeth and tongue.
Biting it ever so softly, consuming and being consumed
By the hunger that is red.

What delights fall from her tree, this seductive crimson dream?
(Are you a secret agent woman, will you spy on my unbounded cravings?)

Cherries, Strawberries, Peppers, Chilies
I want to savor them all ‒ I want to know their deepest desires,
The unique, sensual, luring tastes that awaits the hungry heart.

Roses, roses, roses; I gaze at them as if they were just discovered.
I smell there pungent scent that permeates the membrane of my sanity
Such wild desires, such deep feelings that can only be expressed as red.

I press against a thorn and dream of her nails digging into my back
Demanding more roses and more roses and more roses
I feel the flexing of my muscles and I yearn for the auburn of exhaustion
That comes with giving every ounce of passion
Laying in the sweaty, sweetly aftermath
Listening to the pants and sighs
Dreaming of life’s enumerations and the warmth of the amber fire.

What journey is this that makes us come hither?
That awakens us from our mundane desires;
Of safety, and sleep, and sustenance.
That gives us cravings of such sweet request
That invades our taste, our sight, our touching, and our imagination
Overwhelming our daily deliberation with waves of crimson passions…

I WANT TO FEEL RED!


juiceyprusi 67F  
60 posts
4/7/2006 8:47 pm

and i want to see white light-the crimson glow you describe mn ight help! Nicely done!Juicey


NightRideHomeX 63M
1 post
4/7/2006 10:59 pm

If it is within my power - it shall be done!


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