I want you
to drench me
in the liquid dream
of passion
warmth
cascading over my skin
like fine wine
I must drink in
followed by
shivers of sheer fulfillment
leaving my parched body
thirsting no more
©MidwestFantasy
08/11/2017
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Games They Play
They had games
secret games
two players only
no one else invited
no one else aware
intensity building
with each forward move
danger rising
as they rounded a corner
the unknown of next moves
fueling fires
burning since early evening
growing
with each minute longer
they played
senses on alert
watching each player
eye the other
trying to read
the sexual glare
pushing strategy deeper
too far in
to quit
neither backing down
suddenly
risky bet
got their pawn
new game on
Verses Unspoken
Hello friends and welcome back! I hope you like what is in store for you tonight.
As I often do, I wrote this piece from a male point of view; and me, I am all girly, girl female. So, I am not sure why I like writing from this perspective, but I really do. Maybe I like to think I know what goes on in a man’s mind at times.
Settle in for some Friday night After Hours poetry to light up your night a bit.
Verses Unspoken
It was her satin touch
writing unspoken lines
across my skin
verses of adoration
dripping with passion’s fire
igniting desire
in places undiscovered by others
untold secrets spilling over me
whispering through fingertips
the carnal craving of hers
crying for satiation
Me
now at full attention
unable to deny
the thrill of her intensity
pull her on top
my low, ravenous voice
murmuring,
“Let me help you
find this story’s climax
and write the ending
as one.”
Not a Choice
Written in response to Davy D’s “Are You a Poet?”
I am a poet by heart
not choice
not decision
didn’t try
didn’t know
just wrote
and what inked my pages
was poetry by happenstance
words woven by emotion so strong
it could be nothing less
for in poetry
the soul bleeds truth
the poet can’t deny
nor anyone else
©MidwestFantasy
07/27/2017
“As the Moon Watches” After Hours in the Go Dog Go Café
Hello friends. Welcome to After Hours with Beth Amanda. Love to see you here.
This poem developed rather randomly and on one of those days, when just looking at prompt words/phrases , suddenly a cohesive piece was forming. That doesn’t happen to me often. I am good with one prompt. But putting several together sometimes seems Aft forced. But the other night I simple glanced through my sheet of Twitter prompts from a few weeks and words stuck out and gelled. It was cool! So, the following is a combination of a few Twitter prompts and my own wandering mind. Hope it fits your fancy for After Hours.
“As the Moon Watches”
Feeling your lips
sensual silken touch
upon shivering skin
hushed cashmere whisper
causing rhythmic waves
in deep unknowns
of my body
shallow breaths
keeping me afloat
my mind
ebbing and flowing
with the tide
moonlight’s eyes
watching in awe
the bare beauty
of your gentle, hungry passion
delicious to every sense
overcoming me
in shudders and cries
a musical beat and song
assuaging the moon
as he smiles
and hides behind a cloud
©MidwestFantasy
07/21/2017
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In the After Hours of the Café
Our friend Sailorpoet, S Francis, had the idea of a time at the cafe called “After Hours.” These hours, for me, are some of my favorite in the day. I am not really a morning person, and need that caffeine to get going, but staying up late–I’m good at that. You never know what things can happen in the After Hours, and believe me, I have had some interesting late nights or simply observed some interesting scenarios.
So After Hours will take on a bit more of the sensual/erotic tone of the cafe–my favorite tone. The poems tonight are some I have previously written on Twitter under @midwestfantasy. So grab a late night Kahlúa and coffee and free your senses and imagination…
“Unravel Her”
His voice
pure poetic passion
unraveling her slowly
like a precious silk ribbon
mystical hands
working to persuade her
unlace the ecstasy
“Surrender”
Gentle fingertips
tracing your name
over writhing hipbones
knowing
this will be
my moment
of surrender
