Photo: mine.
Predictable ticking
Ratcheting, ramping
Tighter and hotter
Some kind of
Wood fire grill
Stoked to sear
Preparation takes time
Flames lick
Higher and higher
Why must my body
Operate on
A schedule
Clockwork desire
Copulate to procreate
Hisses an insistent voice
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Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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❤️❤️Giving her that pose in that setting, she looked as if nature called her onto itself. Even in that dress, it looked as though nature had seen nothing better. The makeup is perfect, and her one eye looking towards us brings such allure under the swoop of her eyeliner.
Such fantastic tension in this poem. I loved the verbs you chose. They make this so vivid!
Well-wrought! All my base instincts and desires seem to me sometimes like petulant children pestering for attention, so I try to find constructive things for them to do, as I know if I give them free reign to play, we'll all end up on the other side of some costly misadventure. It was not a boring life, by any means, but I barely survived it! I might be a Cuckoo Clock...
Very good questions, vibing sleeping waking - same over again. Dance it away, feeling - questioning.
Rawr... this was hot!
Oooo, that was sensual. The photo and your poem complement each other very well!