Don't Drink The Sangria...
By LiP Stiches
Sultry winds lift this white linen dress
Two hidden roses bloom
under the skin
Sand tumbles over weathered feet
Stormy lust
stirs in the blueness
She loves you...
Whispers
of seduction redden the lips
Lush pieces of fruit tempt the soul
You cant help but lick your chops
Will she taste the way she looks?
"Kiss me"...
Hints of fermented fruit linger from dinner
Motions of the mouth, softer than silk
Eyes race to draw a picture
of how you feel
Your hands scream her name
You want her...
Chocolate locks wrap around you
Sea salt clings to your sweat
A fire begins to engulf reason
Her gasps turn to moans
She is yours...
While you search into the depths of her eyes
She reaches in and cools the flame
A sense of peace washes over
you
Time has stopped and a smile appears
She owns you....
The moon grins on the mist that has formed
Soft lapping waves
tickle your toes
As the haze clears the smirking stars giggle
Sweet sangria courses through your veins
Only a dream...
Author's Note:
Written while listening to Sweet Sangria - Tori AmosComments on "Don't Drink The Sangria..."
-
A former member wrote:
This was cool. With the title and the line "She owns you..." it kind of makes me think of Lamb of God's 11th hour. Nice write.
-
A former member wrote:
lovely. ~ hdb.
-
On Wednesday, February 23, 2011, blue
(1454) wrote:
ha, curious how the author's intent and the readers viewing can run such different courses.... this, to me, was such an personal irony, an abandoned dream slapping me in the face. thank you... umm maybe. wonderfully versed none the less. ~b
-
On Wednesday, February 23, 2011, LiP Stiches
(42) wrote:
Thank you blue! That is exactly what I was going for. YAY!
-
On Wednesday, February 23, 2011, blue
(1454) wrote:
ah, well you are most welcome...yupyup