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Goddess Poetry
🕑 Added 2021-06-26 00:27:41 +0000 UTCOkay, so I try to refrain from posting much poetry here, but I thought that you guys might enjoy these that I wrote yesterday for kicks and/or contests. They are all goddess-themed in one way or another. All are free verse. The first is more symbolic than literal, but it still counts. And they've been getting good reviews from fellow writers, so I couldn't resist sharing them with my favorite peeps... :)
Reptilian Goddess
Strands of platinum silk float atop rippling, murky depths of simmering hunger.
Sleek scales slither over luscious flesh, dipping under languid lily pads.
Sopping diaphanous gown flows within eddies to grip heavenly curves,
licking flawless ivory flesh, cheeks painted with burn of dark desire.
Sycophantic lips plow through tepid water like circling prows,
weaving halo of sharklike motion about endangered purity.
Wide, beady eyes glimmer, swimming in ever-nearing arc,
trailing yearning, dilated pupils in their voluptuous wake.
Perfumed petals mask sultry scent of rising erotic need
as smooth thighs writhe in succulent anticipation.
Long fingers clench over glistening serpents.
Airy innocence of divinity’s elegance,
in quivering waves of ecstasy,
by flesh’s carnal needs,
consumed.
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Trappings of Fame
Wavy, flaxen hair drifts lightly
on tepid, late-afternoon breeze.
Azure eyes dance with gratification.
Long, silky legs stride
with slow, oft-pausing wonder
down glimmering carpet
of opulent scarlet.
Breath taken.
Instant of fear,
tremors of chin
swallowed,
consumed
by swan-like neck,
built by countless lifetimes
of whirling hopes.
Beaming face lit from within
by majestic, cinematic wonder.
Cameras flash.
Bustling crowds of eager reporters
slither and shout staccato mumbles.
Vermillion-clad woman’s slowly parting lips,
errant strands of gold
trailing Chanel's fifth scent
through languidly graceful procession.
Twinkling irises and willowy limbs
enter dizzying spotlight
of nascent fame.
Ocean irises swirl,
mesmeric depths
ensorcelling writhing assemblies
of worshipful flesh,
stealing fragments of soul
from minds and hearts
of the faithful devoted.
She plunders with innocent glee,
sumptuous riches of optimism
from desperate masses
to overflowing coffers.
Rising finger and thumb twist,
sculpting staccato snap.
Scene changes with flamboyant flourish.
Darkness and light.
Flickers of imagery lick eager eyes.
Rattling projector fills perfect breasts
with prideful power.
Curvaceous legs curl beneath
popcorn-scented throne.
Goddess of fantasy made flesh
by rapt adoration of
countless silent, thrilling eyes.
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Her Face
Uncertain, half-lidded eyes
under high, rising brows
cast sensual sidelong glance
of sultry surprise
under fanning flow
of fluttering lashes.
Shoulders roll back
showing discomfort
born of uncertainty.
Frown’s soft hint
graces peach pillowy lips.
Ovular jaw tightens slowly.
Long, delicate fingers
brush hidden anxieties
into flawless flesh
of swan-like neck.
Dark chocolate waves
shift seductively
over lone almond eye.
Silken strands
drift lithely
over sleek, milky skin
of gently trembling hand.
Athena’s percale gown
drifts airily
over sinewed swell
of willowy arm.
Cobalt fingertips caress
torrid tension
along curious clavicle’s
sculpted ridge.
Fabric billows like
descending roll
of cumulus mist
over body divine,
its velvet caress
grazing satin curves
of Harmonic Motion’s
succulent goddess.
Comments
HikerAngel
I love love love poetry. It’s my favorite.
Hawk9600
These paint such evocative pictures. The power of language! Thank you for sharing, Hiker!
