Food It Says

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But I am not certain. 

. 

Food        -        13 Jan 23 

It says here 

But I am not certain 

Texture wrong 

Flavour wrong 

Smell really not right 

Can I just pass 

And say 

No thanks 

. 

I have never had anything this bad, yet 

. 

Unopened Doors

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Remembered smells.

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Unopened Doors        -        17 Aug 22

The smell of an 

Unused cottage 

Unopened doors 

And windows 

Hold the old within 

Musty curtains 

Filter the light 

Dust scatters it 

And a hint 

Of ancient perfume 

Remembers 

. 

Once, it was all new. 

. 

Breathing You

A sensuous Love song with just a hint of "Five Thousand Miles" in the mix.

Breathing You  -  19 Aug 15

I breathe you

Take you in

Feel me filling

With you

Love tastes sweet

As you offer

Little drops

For me to smell

Spending all my time

In your world

Enjoying myself

Breathing you

Almost a Lust song too.

Alluring, Luring

A little Sensuous poem fot the offering today.





Alluring, Luring  -  29 Jun 15

So close
I could smell her
Alluring scent
Still tempting me
Her whispered offers
Dangling temptations





Breathe deeply.

Evening's Promise

This poem grew on another hot, sticky afternoon in which it was only when standing outside that there was any relief from the heat.  Muse was kind and offered suggestions to complete this when I felt I was struggling just a bit.





Evening's Promise  -  08 Jul 13

Smell of evening
Dusty leaves
Mingles
With a hint of spice
From flowers

Heat of the day
Fading
Gradually
Into the cool
Of night

Wisps of dream
Start to touch
And whisper
Even in the waking
Moments

The dreams of tomorrow
Start to fill the thoughts
Of now
Night plays
Games again

The night is still rather humid and hot but I feel that I will sleep.

Random Wishes

This poem was birthed in the afternoon and I found that the images, both visual and in other sensual forms, started to grow in my mind and I felt that I just had to write it out.





Random Wishes  -  08 May 13


Taste the colours
And ask for a song
To be played
Something soft
In a magenta minor key
To clothe the dreams
I have of you

Smell the words
Roses and honeysuckle
Sketch an image in my mind
Where your song
Plays … gently
And the images of you
Shine brightly

Touch the memories
Held close
And intimate in me
Shared by you forever
Forever ours
To live whenever
We choose

I find that the methods Muse uses to attract my attention are totally fascinating.