Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, February 3, 2012

Tempt Me

Tempt me
You never know
the things I will
the places I will
if you tempt me
just so

Paint ice hot flames
around our bed
Dare me 
to enter
with a silent stare
and a guilty smile

Play me
slow smoky jazz sounds
with your eyes

Write me poems
with your tongue
down my neck 
to the small of my back
and dot the 'i' s 
with frost covered cherry blossoms

Tempt me
Master all of my senses
Take them from me
I confess 
I am no innocent
Use me

I am your canvas
I am your book
Bind me well
Keep me

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Fireblossom Fridays, Temptation
Poetry Jam, Hot and Cold
Poets United, Vice Versa, Midnight Snack #5 (Sound/Silence; Guilt/Innocence)
dVerse Poets Pub, dVerse Poetics, Meeting the Bar, A Martian Sharpens His Knife


Claudia said...

oh la la... you sure had me with the slow smoky jazz sounds and writing poems with the tongue on the neck....hmmmm...nice and hot

Trellissimo said...

That's a book anyone would like to read...

Fireblossom said...

Well now! I love the stanza about writing you poems with their tongue! I'm so glad you are part of FBF! Don't forget to sign the linky so everyone can come see. :-)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

OO-wee! This was great and a real step out of what I expect from you. Congrats! Fantastic!

Bouncin Barb said...

Very erotic. I loved it.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Very sultry, with an amazing picture to match.

hedgewitch said...

This is very cool, LM--or rather, hot. ;_) Lots of delicious and sensuous imagery in our recipe for temptation--who could resist?

Bar None Publishing Group said...

Wow! I need a long cold shower.

Fireblossom said...

Oh, I see! Now you have Haiku Cat up. This is getting serious, LOL!

Brian Miller said...

write poems with your tongue down my neck...that is hot!!!! smoking write ma'am

Grace said...

Whew hot write... I think you are getting better and better with your form and words ~ Love this ~

Semaphore said...

I can almost hear the smoky jazz sounds, and the thrum of the bass, in this sultry piece.

Marian said...

hawt! rawr!

Charles Miller said...

This is very sensual and the metaphor of the lover's body as canvas, book, jazz improvisation, speaks on honest terms. "Take them from me." Demand, plea, command. The line between dominator/dominated is finely blurred, enlivening the erotic arousal and pleasure that seeks total abandonment.

Mynx said...

HOT HOT HOT Miss mouse. Love it. Just brilliant

Mary said...

This is beautifully and sensually done, Lolamouse! It almost makes me want to be led into temptation. Smiles. And you chose the perfect picture!

darev2005 said...

Yes indeed, it's getting very warm in here.

nene said...

I would like to echo Fireblossom's reference to the stanza about... write stanzas with your tongue...with an additional titillization that I can roll my rrrr's. You can fantacize about the poetry I could write in the small of your back :p .

Oooh, gives me the goose pumps.

Christine said...

yes the stanza about writing poems, that was supreme

Kay L. Davies said...

This is lovely. I really like "Play me slow smoky jazz sounds with your eyes"!

Teresa said...

What a wonderful sensual poem!

Margaret said...

I am no innocent

Keep me tempted...

You little seductress you!

Susie Clevenger said...

Love it...I am like Fireblossom..I like "writing poems with your tongue"

Anonymous said...

Absolutely gorgeous!


Helen said...

This is 'making me weak in the knees' poetry ....

Hey Monkey Butt said...

awesome post!