| New Territory Your words, food for my soul, rich nourishment, marrow of my bone. Restoring all that was dormant Breathing on me your sweetness of spring. Rejuvenator, refresher of life, pulsating blood that flowed without ardor, awakening veins prematurely old, refilling with oil, rose petal, pine. Let me embrace you, offering back that which you created. Stroking your body, caressing your mind. Exploring, dicovering that which was hid. Charting new maps one checkpoint at a time. Investigating our pleasures one step at a time. Challenging new heights with the pure fruit of the vine, savoring, sipping, consuming our new wine. Our bed, blossoms of purple clover dressed in emerald green. Billows of clouds to rest our heads. Calla lily coverlet, a warm mist, heaven scent. Lay your head upon my breasts, do you hear the music played for you? Let me dance you to the end of love, caressing, coveting your most tender of places. Sweat beads like ivory pearls, flesh sensitive, finely tuned, responding now to music played for you. Your smile, pleasure moans, body tormented, still the beat is mine. Let me dance you round and round, giving back that which has been refound. Then let our voices mingle, your moans, my cries, creating the anthem of pure ecstasy. Come now to our secret rendezvous, pleasure unlimited, willingly I give. Feel the cool silk upon your lips, Soft satin tantalize your hips. Blood, smoldering fire. Feathered fingers carefully massage your sword of passion, drawing, enticing, to the sheath of my cave. Fury intense, yet entrance denied. Honeydew sweat licked from your chest. Tummy firm, rises, retracts. Dazed, you chant chords of europhic bliss. Enter now the sheath of my cave. Your sword vibrates against the walls of protection. Ecstasy screams from swollen lips, panting the melody of sexual peak. Pleasure wracked, slowly you calm. Honor now bestowed, all generously given. |
| Letter To My Gardener Dear Gardener, Wonders of wonders, you entered my life. Coming as my gardener. To my heart diseased with blight. With delicate precision, you pruned Away the dead. Nurturing the new with words so tender and true. Now Tiny buds burst forth from new tiny limber branches. They are preparing For the fruit of this heart�s fullness. With the sweetness of your peace, yet Never deceiving, you transformed the common into fragile, but simple splendor. Growing not complete, maturity yet to come, the fruit of this heart, I pray will Be sweet to your taste. O� my gardener, will you be there to taste the fullness Of my grace? Love El |
| MORE POETRY BY ELODEE ROE |
| Sexual Oreo Cookie Playing with the roundness Of your chocolate being Twisting turning With my fingertips Wanting to lick Your center before The big dip. |
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| Breathe Breathe sweet wind Your cleansing breath Thru the valleys Of my heart Sweep the pain Of life�s twists and turns Into the sea of tidal flows. Breathe sweet wind Seeds of thirst Plant them deep Let them grow Place them where Eagles soar, upon The paths where Nature flows. Breathe sweet wind Upon crests on high Where life alone Is life so free Where each passing day Brings fresh dawns anew. Breathe sweet wind The whistling waltz Where rainbow�s promise Floods no more Plant your rose Deep and strong In pleasure I will find my rest. (end) 2.5.2001 |
| Know that I am with you In my heart and in your soul I follow you where ever Take you to your highest goal I'll be here to love you To take you by your hand I'll be there to pick you up Just after you have fallen Cry your tears of anguish Brush away all your sorrow To whish you away from it all |
| Even when you're down And it seems there is no release As the world beats upon you Without a moments peace Know that I will be Your lover and a friend This world will be our world Forever 'til the end. ~fin~ Forever Plummy |
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