Prompt response: the hybrid erotic — Galloping bareback — blood pulsing, steamy amid the undulation — a parabola of shapes sketching my ecstasy with swirly strokes, rough strokes — Oh, oh the slowness the oscillation mounting — meticulous lubricous, grating side to side — an all-consuming pressure— sparks creeping onto skin anew — pores an aperture…

Let everyday be Monday — Blue me a love song polka dot my soul with this Ombre shade of hope hum sapphire lullabies I can see as I slumber in that Indigo hour before midnight escorts me into your arms, my love. ~ Confetti me a gala periwinkle my heart with a dash of skyblue where our familiar…

that G-spot — And the stage director said Let there be light and Hail to the Queen there it was a spotlight to that G-spot tethered pulsating to stage left entering stage right luminous skin silken pores glisten pried wide open eyes shut mouth agape tearing. gasping tongue spiraling spitting. …

Take it from me poetry prompt — the birds, the ravens are flying overhead, again — my shadows, I think casting spells on the road— smoky hope overflowing with champagne intentions — chanting ‘evermore, til the cork pops — when I spy — a volcano — holding up the horizon — an oversized teacup teetering tottering —…

Saturday Poetry Prompt: shadow selves — Those colors — the tie-dye aberrations of self leaking through my fissured skin — drip, drip dropping down cabernet cheeks upon my page — landing in puddles at my feet I hope to swim in — to eventually tread water above the wake fluid colors red and blue zipped across my…

Echoing Eros’ strike — Touch me — like we are plush with time — mirroring our first kiss of pearly intentions Let your fingertips tickle my hips — as your arrow makes my heart skip a beat — all a flutter Watch agape as your gaze melts my loins — synching your lips as…

A hybrid poem — Your eyes — plum velvet ribbons — tie my heart in a bow Your words — liquid moonbeams — irradiate my soul Your touch — a majestic redwood — hints of forever Our bodies —limbs entwined — will weather together Tongue-tied — aching to break free from this humming reticence…