Sensual poems "lite" ~ a little something for everyone...
Have you thumbed through
the myriad of magazines
scattered in piles
here and there
on the floor?
Have you carefully studied
the plethora of paintings
hanging on walls,
room to room,
door to door?
Have your fingers run over
the titles of books
crammed randomly
upon shelf,
after shelf?
For,
in exploring more deeply
that which is me,
you’ll more deeply
discover
yourself.
~gj duerrschmidt
I hurt because I love you with
an intensity so unreal.
I fear I’m doomed to lose you,
regardless what I feel.
Your attention’s been turning
to a new love in town;
texting, calling, hanging out
when I’m not around.
What we’ve had I’ve cherished
with “forever” on my mind.
How foolish to keep holding on
when your strings want
to unwind.
~gj duerrschmidt
So silvery-still comes morning,
golden orange with first light;
green emerald in the daytime,
diamond sparkling in the night.
Ruby red wine fills our glasses,
pearls welcome me to your neck;
the hypnotic aroma of sea salt
says it’s time we go below deck.
Tomorrow, Jewel of the Ocean,
is what you shall again be. But,
tonight, sweet mythical maiden,
you're here making love to me.
~gj duerrschmidt
Please don’t think me rude,
or a bit too crass; for
asking you, my dear friend, if
I may paint your ass.
Such a work of art, your ass,
in beauty and in form;
in contour, shape, and size;
it’s leaps above the norm.
It fills your jeans out nicely;
so sensually intact;
chiseled by the hand of God;
quite heavenly, in fact.
I want to draw its curvature;
appreciate its lines;
stare in awe for hours at this
finest of behinds.
And,
Come the aging season, when
hair begins to fall, your
ass will stay forever young,
here hung upon my wall.
~gj duerrschmidt
Copyright 2012: The Orangenous Zone. Sensual Poems. All rights reserved.
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