Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Spicy




she is unforgettable:   gourmet cook, 
skin soft as white magnolia petals,
lips warm and heady like his scotch whisky 


when she showed up one rainy morning, 
he feasted on hot Spanish chocolate cups,
honey tangled churros, and spicy chorizo  


fire on his tongue, he doesn't want to dull with cream                                    





Posted for Poetry Jam:   sensual poetry
Shared with D'verse Poets Pub:   Open Link Night - hosted by Joy Ann Jones


Poetry form:   Sevenling- a poem of 7 lines.  

31 comments:

  1. lips warm and heady like his scotch whiskey

    THAT is one awesome line. I thought of you, ya know, when I saw this week's prompt! I just knew it would be good. :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. fire on his tongue, he doesn't want to dull with cream...my my..steamy, sensual..love it!!

    ReplyDelete
  3. sounds like a burn i would not mind you know...nice and sensual grace...

    ReplyDelete
  4. daaaaaaaaaaaaamn.........

    I LOVE IT!

    Wow... awesomely hot :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. Put my hand on that burner anytime...haha

    ReplyDelete
  6. That last line is killer.....beautiful writing Heaven as always! :-)

    ReplyDelete
  7. Ooooo... Lovely cookery going on ;)

    ReplyDelete
  8. What a great litany of sensation. Great imagination and execution. Fine poem....

    ReplyDelete
  9. Great verse and great imagery!

    Hank

    ReplyDelete
  10. Rich, lush, a treat for OUR senses!

    ReplyDelete
  11. I like chocolate Spanish cups, which are probably a food dish but also her breasts I assume.

    Do you mean "churros"? Yum! But chorizo would taste pretty nasty after the sweets. Maybe I'm reading too much double entendre into this ... but does "cream" mean what I think it means? At first, I thought it was going back to her white skin, as in now that he's stuffed with food and his tongue is on fire, maybe he doesn't actually want her. Or "cream" could relate to dulling his tongue in other ways. Then again, maybe I'm saying way too much. But I couldn't help it with this thought-provoking poem! Beautiful work, Grace.

    ~Shawna
    rosemarymint.wordpress.com

    ReplyDelete
  12. Thanks for the comments. Shawna, churros it is and they are delicious.

    Once your tongue has tasted the "flavourful" food, you are never going back to eating plain stuff. Thanks for the visit ~

    ReplyDelete
  13. Visiting from Poetry Jam this time: Oh, I would 'die' for good churros! This makes my mouth water. And I agree about flavorful stuff. Sometimes when I am in a Mexican or Thai restaurant, I ask about some dish...and the waiter says, "Oh, but it is spicy" as if to apologize. And I say..GOOD, that is what I will order.

    ReplyDelete
  14. positive burn,
    well penned,

    Happy Rally.

    ReplyDelete
  15. positive burn,
    well penned,

    Happy Rally.

    ReplyDelete
  16. Goes with the prompt beautifully.
    Hope you won't be offended if I point out that Scotch is "Whisky." "Whiskey" is Irish and American.

    ReplyDelete
  17. Thanks Doctor FTSE - I don't drink so I wasn't aware of this.

    ReplyDelete
  18. I haven't had a churro in years! They're so good dunked in chocolate (Mexican hot chocolate). Your poem rocks, as always.

    ReplyDelete
  19. I felt this one...thank you

    http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com/2012/01/bound.html

    ReplyDelete
  20. A wonderfully spicy tale of romance and various appetites - HOT!

    ReplyDelete
  21. Rich and flavorful in many ways...what an image that last line left in my mind!

    ReplyDelete
  22. a feast of the senses... a sensual delight!

    thank you SO much for your wonderful poem linked to Poetry Jam, Heaven! LOVE it!

    dani ♥

    ReplyDelete
  23. sweet...

    you are truly talented in writing such profound romantic piece.

    ReplyDelete

Thanks for your visit and comments ~ I appreciate them ~