by Ellie Lee
Your voice caresses me and your words as feathers stroke my spine.
You trace the contours of my breasts and from my nipple suck the wine we spilt.
Wrapped in your poetry I listen as you touch me with the cadence of your soul.
I wrote this last year in response to the prompt 'Synesthesia'.
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Asked and received, I guess. This is very nice, musical and visual and tactile all at once, a lovely rendition of the prompt and more.
Very kind of you, David. Thanks for reading and for your encouragemnet.
The last stanza. **
I agree with David, visual and tactile, and I will add it feels real even if it is from a prompt. I very much like the flow, where it goes and the sweet spot where it stops.
Wonderful image "Wrapped in poetry". *
Thank you so much Rachna, Darryl and Daniel for reading and for your comments.
I'm very pleased it seemed real.
Enjoyed the read.
Thank you, Sam.
*, Ellie. Yes to your poetry.
Very many thanks, David. That's very much appreciated.
I love the simplicity of this.
Thank you very much for reading this, SDR, and for your kind comment
I remember reading this before -- I think you've revised some? Either way, I still love this. It's simple and elegant and sexy -- as if a poem were a little black dress. <3