Sounds hot and sticky. A summer day.

Chewing gum, or strawberry. My favorite flavors since childhood. 😀

Thank you, Adira! Your comments make my day! “)

I swear I know these moments. Drags & weighs the body down. This is a doozy

Thats what it was called back then. “)

Cleverly penned, M.E. Relatable write my friend, we’ve all been there. Appreciate you.

Damian

Don’t want to be there but you forced me in this place with your detailed writing. DAMN GOOD! If you want an ice cream cone, go to Dampkitten’s poem “Poetspeak Sweet”. There you’ll find an ice cream cone and a whole lot more.

I apologize. It got to be written and vented. Thank you for reading and liking it! “)

Hmm..I’ll check it out rn. Thanks “)

Yeah, they have bubble gum ice cream, and it’s gross. Also, have you tried the cotton candy green seedless grapes? My God, they taste just like it. Weird.

LOL… I thought you were referencing my poem from the beginning. And now, I find out you like strawberry ice cream. OMG. By the way, is this ‘mosquito wing’ phrase an allusion to Smells Like Teen Spirit?

You do realize that you could enter this poem in the ‘coffee’ poem contest don’t you?

You will find this extremely weird, but the imagery in your piece is very reminiscent of the hotel scene early in the movie, Apocalypse Now.

Powerful work, my friend.

Holy Shit, you won! Congratulations, M.E!
Now, you see where mosquito wings can carry you!

Damn mosquito…no chance with all those flies, just keep them off my ice cream cone.
This is so powerful in its imagery…and such a disgusting place…I think I will get my cone to go.

j.

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.