Through The Dust Of Destiny (Part IV)

Posted: July 31, 2014 in Collaborative Poetry, Poetry
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Once you straddle my world
so sweet, the boundaries fall in
while each limit expands
with sighs of mused pleasure.

I am lost in our incense
our buffet of appetites
we feast on the pulp
from our ripened fruits.

This flesh and wine
have melted as one
and we linger and bask
as we pluck and press
every cherry.

Riding every wave
until we meet
upon the shores
of a pink-sanded beach.

© jadedmess 2014 & © thebreakdownoftaboo 2014

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and jadedmess: Make sure and check out her blog here.)

  1. Miranda Stone says:

    What a deliciously decadent poem! Love the word choices: pulp, pluck, and press, and the culmination of a pink-sanded beach.

  2. I agree with Miranda. Great word choices! Love it.

  3. bonedaddy69 says:

    Wow…that was deep. Another great post, please keep it coming. Thanks for sharing.

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