An emotional write! Well written my friend!
Though Marrakesh would be so hot to sunbathe in! “)

NOPE
You’re mine, Sam. Shackles, Collar, and Leash. The whole damn package. Do you seriously think I’m letting you out of this dungeon? Get on your knees and open up. I’ve got your Sunshine Rain right here for ya like orange juice for breakfast and a whole world of wonder for you to taste and worship. Just another day in paradise, baby. You know you love it.

What is love but madness wrapped in chocolate?
A trap for the sweettoothed fool who presumes that it’s permanent.
Go on your trips Sam, leave love behind.
Take only your words and the truth….ageing,sickness,death.

Beautifully penned, Sam. A great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Funny how DK said you are locked in her dungeon when the both of you are in mine. This is a beautiful piece Sam. Midnight sun..very nice.

Wonderful work. Superb.

You’re one hell of a writer, DK. Brilliantly penned, the dialogue was incredible, enjoyed your witty sense of humor. And of course the temperature rising seductive elements are incredible my friend. Fantastic spill. Appreciate you.

Damian

Holy Shit! This was a loooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnng piece. WOW! My 20 minutes are gone but I don’t care. This story was entertaining as FUCK! One hell of a job constructing this write DK. The pictures fit perfectly and are delicious! Especially the last one. I’m wondering if that’s Kristi Noem (former South Dakota Governor) in the first picture. Yum!

Tremendous. Creative beyond words. Excellent.

lol. Yes.

This is a riot of erotic and humorous story telling. You have the gift with the dialogue that got my mercury rising indeed. Truly a fabulously naughty romp from kitchen to delivery room. Wildly wonderful. From cranberry to bottom this took me there and then some.

John

Thank you, HJ! Thanks for coming to dinner!

xoxo

Kept me reading from pure curiosity. The rump didn’t disappoint though haha. Great ink.

Yeah, all this to invite you to Thanksgiving!

Only if I can lick your cranberry…
xoxo

It’s haunting and intoxicating.

This poem has both great depth of emotion about the man whose wife gazes on in the form of a picture and the sizzling sensual story. Truly a masterwork of erotic poetry. You have a fantastic ability to convey the feelings and scene letting me see it as though I were sitting in a corner watching.

John

Intense write, DK. A lot of depth underneath this steamy write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

If you want intense love making, have an affair. At this point, everyone should have them. Keeps things exciting, fresh and exhilarating for both people. I’m sure your spouse is doing the same. Let’s keep it under wraps. Great work DK. xo

This brings back some memories.
Especially the stained sheets and after sex mood swings.
Diggin this vibe for sure

Naaj

Meg, this is short but so potent. So straight to the steamy action. And yes alot of depth. You’d make me climax just as quick as this read I must say, I wouldn’t stand a chance holding out! Hehe! 😉

Powerfully penned, DK. This one pulls at the heartstrings my friend. Phenomenal write, thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

You amaze me every time you put pen to paper…

You’re an impressive writer. Thank you for sharing.

Bad Uncle is impressed ….

BIG LIKE

Beautifully worded. Magically intriguing. You present this topic with patience & understanding. A gentle, moving piece. Nice work DK.

Very nice and, very likely, my favorite form.

Your imagery cushions the blow of loss with love. 🌼

Me too. Thanks for reading, Mary!

It’s a formal poetry style called a Quatern. Eight syllables per line, four stanzas.
Thanks for checking this out, SeaCat!

Beautiful and peaceful. I often wonder as everyone does, what is next. I think it’s not for us to know so we get to choose to believe whatever. I choose to believe I’ll be reunited with everyone I lost and miss. And if I’m wrong well not like I’ll know.

Great ink

If nothing else, DK🍷

I’m helplessly obliged to bow, Dear Poetess, in sheer respect and awe at how accomplished your poetic acumen has been developed … and, this brilliantly rendered French Quatern rendering proves how genuinely undeniable it truly is.
Your amazingly diverse skills are brought vibrantly to light via the many varied themes you bring to the page in widely abundant mastery of poetic forms, command of diction, flowing syntax, metaphoric imagery, emotive instinct, spot-on enjambments and rhymes, and so much more … all brought forth through the rich poetic voice of that of a poetesses’ poetess.

“You know me not, though knew me well.
I cannot reach you through the white
of Heaven’s clouds … as they ingest
your long-awaited evening rest.”

How more perfectly validated could loss of memory be expressed(?) … I really do not know.
And, your Artwork choice? Exemplary!

Well, lest I wear thinner my exuberant welcome, let me close with a simple humble, “Sigh!”
Most reverently, Dear Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard 🙏

Suffering? What suffering?
Seems my “mind” you’ve already distracted … and, if I happen to suffocate, what a way to go … LOL!

Hey ITR! Damn, I’m glad you’re back. When I was reading your stuff, I noted you hadn’t signed on in a month. At least, that’s what it looked like. I’m glad you didn’t miss your gold medal. I love your prose.

So, thanks for the review and critique. I need to go back and adjust the spacing properly. I’m not sure what happened there. This kind of poem should have stanzas (quatrains). Anyway, I’m so glad you like it. I love the Blue Ridge Mtns btw. How lovely it must be to live there. I’m from N.C. and visited The Biltmore many times – not so far away.

Now I can see why its a winner!
I feel sad for not reading this one before. A heart touching write. Well done!
And congrats! “)

Wow, the meter in this is gorgeous. Evokes the great classic poets. Impressive.

Tremendous work. Powerful writing.