This is a truly seductive write. enjoyed this.

You’re going to seduce all the women on this site if you keep it up, Richard. What the hell are you going to do with all of us? We can’t all fit in your fucking shower.

I love a man who can write a Sonnet.

Oh-MY, right back at you, Sweet Adira!🤗

What better for a hopeful Bard than to receive the glowingly sensual approval of such a lusty femme fatale? This, I cannot answer. ; )

Aw, give those guys a chance … they feel the same, I’m sure, with You there to compel their fervorous blood to flow … even if the caresses of their words might not as vibrantly kiss your yearnings’ ache.

Ohhh-YES, Dear Poetess, repeats are always warmly welcome! ⁓ Rascal🖌

Oh, there you go, Richard. The Kyrielle volley. I don’t know that I can crank these out like you can! Wow. Very beautiful.

Stop-stop-stop … “Don’t stop!” LOL!

Love it, Adira,
You’re such a lovely tease.

Your new Kyrielle poem request is posted for you:
“Upon this page of poetry….” https://starsrite.com/2025/06/09/upon-this-page-of-poetry-to-our-craft/

I’m always happy to oblige a Lady ⁓ Richard🖌

Anytime! 💛

Ohhh, Dear Lady 🥀

You must keep mindful, waiting at that window ~ whispers light certain kinds of flames, you know.
So sweet, your efulgent encouragements, Adira; surely, a humble bard (such as I) would never expect to outshine those many grateful fellows in your life who’ve come to adore you … I’m sooo pleasantly, sooo sumptuously surprised!
Love your beguiling sense-of-humor, and your most lovely compliment. ; )

Thank you ever-so warmly, Adira! ⁓ Richard🖌

I have to tell you, Richard, I feel like I’ve been driven to your castle in horse and carriage, ushered out into a flourishing rose garden, and wisped up into your arms bridal style over the threshold. Take me to your bedroom and the balcony that overlooks your domain. Carry me up the winding staircase and lay me on fresh linens. Strip me naked in your ravishing furry. Take me, Richard… not as a king takes his queen, but as he takes his young mistress during a heated fit of passion inside the dark, hidden chambers where her shrill cries of mating remain dampened. Read me your sonnets when I’m strewn across your bed, obliterated. Let the finches build their nests while you play in mine. Kiss my rose and everything you see. That’s how I’ll know that you love me.

You’re not getting the job to write Hallmark cards

BIG

I agree with, Speak. I busted out laughing when I read his comment. Great write, Keith. You oughta start your own card company, your motto could be: “I write what you’re thinking, but don’t have the balls to say.” Has a nice flow to it, doesn’t it? Appreciate you.

Damian

Tough days, these. That door, both guard & prison. You really took me back to some moments…not so long ago…with this

Mic Drop!