Saturday, June 14, 2008


When I found my voice, it wasn't mine

But, oh,

How I wanted it to be.

When she ran her tongue along my spine

I changed

And shone in colors brilliantly.

More than light, I crave for her sure fingers on my breasts,

Her lips upon my throat create an instrument of flesh.

When I found my voice, it wasn't mine

But oh,

How I wanted it to be.

My love drew out each bar and line

Then smiled,

And kissed them back to me.



Nathan1313 said...

This is quite lovely. I like your use of assonance and rhyme.

Maria said...

Wonderful. A rich poem full of
the joy found in being pleasured.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, Nathan. I can't hear the word "assonance" without thinking of the Michael Caine movie "Educating Rita." If you've seen it, you'll know what I mean.

Maria, I'm pleased you liked it. I'm going to add your blog to my links presently.

Thanks again to you both.

Kelly Dickson said...

fabulous! The spine is surely a special place to be touched indeed. Going back to absorb it once more... xxx

Fireblossom said...

I'm glad you like this, K.

Read. K. Read.


Kelly Dickson said...

lmao! Read. K. Read.

hahahaha, cheeky chops!

am going to read it again!