Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Poetical Foreplay

Since Bob and Harry started it...


He seizes my heart in passing
and won't let go.
Unexpected.
Pounding notes of chaotic music
into my heart
like spikes adorned with wet kisses
desire raining like waterfalls
gentle first, then torrents
rushing
to flood a pool of wanting
rushing groundswell
speeding
to my shores
in waves splashing and pounding
my sensibilities
to envelop me
in fresh new waters of love.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski

8 comments:

  1. Now it's my turn to feel the heat... beautiful, Jo. He's a lucky man.

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  2. the only water that can quench a soul

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  3. Hello this Terry's daughter who does the Shamgar Report.

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  4. Hi lil humming burd! Nice to meet you!

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  5. wow... the force of the ocean.

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  6. I agree...it's beautiful Jo.

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  7. Anonymous3:08 PM

    What a wonderful line . . . He seizes my heart in passing. You can't top that easily

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  8. What a lovely poem: understated but dripping with sexuality.

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