Wasted

Fronds sashay in the wind
chimes a symphonic ode
lost in celestial moonshine
delusional minds overload.

@laurie kolp



Inspired by: dVerse ~ Critique and craft

Cooling Seduction

Whitecaps run parallel lines
to Mother Ocean's shore
I lie supine
anticipating
sweet seduction
longing
for salty tongue
to make its way
up steamy legs
teasing tastes
from ankle
to knee
to thigh
to hip
until I know she's done;
I watch her turn back
and head home.

@laurie kolp


Prompt inspiration: dVerse Poetics w/ Sheila Moore