Her Kisses Drink Me Up Slowly

Poem By Rod Mendieta

Her kisses drink me up slowly
Her mouth sipping keenly
Then playfully holding back,
Her moist lips thirsting,
Her butterfly tongue tired of probing
Depleted calyxes, turned to one
Replenished by keen yearning,
But barely so.
I push her away softly,
Playing the jealous keeper
Of scant, precious nectar,
Unwilling to give all away
Holding with unsure fingers
The last few bargaining chips,
Torn between reason and desire
Then flinging it all on the table
Abandoning all pretense of control.
Now she is stripped of her contrived poise
And turns into a lascivious drunkard
Reaching avidly inside for more
Her butterfly tongue more forceful
Thrusting with unholy thirst
Scooping up the last drop of me
Drinking me to the dregs.
I'm left emptied in a twilight
Of despairing suns
Drained of the quickening force
Fading from man to wraith
A fool bankrupted in a deadly game
Slipping away…
Too weak to tug at the lifeline
Or search for a wooden stake
In the arsenal of mental tricks
Half-dead in a limbo
Of discarded lovers.

Comments about Her Kisses Drink Me Up Slowly

Strong emotions expressed in articulate vocabulary and powerful insight. Beautifully done, lovely piece well put together. Thanks for sharing Rod.
ok, i read the interactive words of you and AA below. i don't 'do' well with symbolism. ;) :)
interesting sentence: Her butterfly tongue tired of probing Depleted calyxes, turned to one Replenished by keen yearning, But barely so. ca·lyx ˈkāliks/ noun plural noun: calyxes 1. Botany the sepals of a flower, typically forming a whorl that encloses the petals and forms a protective layer around a flower in bud. 2. Zoology a cuplike cavity or structure, in particular. a portion of the pelvis of a mammalian kidney. the cavity in a calcareous coral skeleton that surrounds the polyp. the plated body of a crinoid, excluding the stalk and arms. Origin did ya have to write dirty stuff? ! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now she is stripped of contrived poises...............ok, poise, the NOUN form............... Definition of poise poised; poising **** please see below (way below) ========================================== what the Hell are Etheric vampires! ? ? [in Poet's Notes] Search Results Image result for define etheric The etheric body, ether-body, æther body, a name given by neo-Theosophy to a vital body or subtle body propounded in esoteric philosophies as the first or lowest layer in the human energy field or aura. It is said to be in immediate contact with the physical body, to sustain it and connect it with higher bodies. favorite lines: ...turns into a lascivious drunkard Reaching avidly inside for more Her butterfly tongue more forceful Thrusting with unholy thirst i'm gettin' thirsty! the poem rocks! but i still think it is just about a flower and a butterfly. otherwise, it is WAY TOO SEXY for PH readers! ! bri :) to MyPoemList. =============================== **** 2 poise noun Definition of poise 1 : a stably balanced state: equilibrium a poise between widely divergent impulses — F. R. Leavis 2 a: easy self-possessed assurance of manner: gracious tact in coping or handling; also: the pleasantly tranquil interaction between persons of poise no angry outbursts marred the poise of the meeting b: a particular way of carrying oneself: bearing, carriage - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A bit of a raunchy piece written beautifully love the description of the butterfly tongue. It draws you in from start to finish. Nicely done. Annette
Rod, another very good poem, very passionate kissing involved, she seems hot stuff lol, lucky guy Your word control, is quite a gift,


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