Wednesday, 25 January 2012
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.
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lips warm and heady like his scotch whiskeyReplyDelete
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. :)
fire on his tongue, he doesn't want to dull with cream...my my..steamy, sensual..love it!!ReplyDelete
sounds like a burn i would not mind you know...nice and sensual grace...ReplyDelete
deep dude... deep...ReplyDelete
I LOVE IT!
Wow... awesomely hot :)
Put my hand on that burner anytime...hahaReplyDelete
That last line is killer.....beautiful writing Heaven as always! :-)ReplyDelete
Ooooo... Lovely cookery going on ;)ReplyDelete
What a great litany of sensation. Great imagination and execution. Fine poem....ReplyDelete
Great verse and great imagery!ReplyDelete
Rich, lush, a treat for OUR senses!ReplyDelete
Hot stuff... very stimulating.ReplyDelete
I like chocolate Spanish cups, which are probably a food dish but also her breasts I assume.ReplyDelete
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.
Thanks for the comments. Shawna, churros it is and they are delicious.ReplyDelete
Once your tongue has tasted the "flavourful" food, you are never going back to eating plain stuff. Thanks for the visit ~
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
Goes with the prompt beautifully.ReplyDelete
Hope you won't be offended if I point out that Scotch is "Whisky." "Whiskey" is Irish and American.
Thanks Doctor FTSE - I don't drink so I wasn't aware of this.ReplyDelete
I haven't had a churro in years! They're so good dunked in chocolate (Mexican hot chocolate). Your poem rocks, as always.ReplyDelete
I felt this one...thank youReplyDelete
A wonderfully spicy tale of romance and various appetites - HOT!ReplyDelete
Yowza! Very nice.ReplyDelete
Rich and flavorful in many ways...what an image that last line left in my mind!ReplyDelete
a feast of the senses... a sensual delight!ReplyDelete
thank you SO much for your wonderful poem linked to Poetry Jam, Heaven! LOVE it!
you are truly talented in writing such profound romantic piece.
This is beautiful.ReplyDelete