For our lives to be whole and in balance we must accept both light and darkness. Rarely an easy task. Very insightful piece!

Without darkness, how will we recognize the light? I love this piece, Peter

To me, darkness in this sense means trials and tribulations. If we never went through the darkness, we wouldn’t grow. I’ve embraced my dark times. I’m glad you wrote this, Peter.

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

Tremendous. Creative beyond words. Excellent.

It took you 20 minutes to read this? What exactly were you doing, Keith? Yes, I want details. Stop blushing and spill it. Okay, I used to be governor of South Dakota, but I had to get out of there. My nipples nearly froze off. So, I moved to Mississippi. It’s hot as a turkey in the oven down here.

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

No, you won’t. Your mouth will be full.

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

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

Naaj

You got that right, Keith. The hottest sex I ever had was with a baseball player who nailed me in my rental during college. My boyfriend walked in on us and just watched the whole thing. SHIT! So, I experienced getting caught and getting fucked at the same time.

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! 😉

Hi there Vision, I don’t know, I’ve been on this whole spinnaker of how life used to be. I think it’s the fact that the past 30 + years, life in America has just been decimated and eliminated; everything America was, is truly gone. And I’m feeling the burn. It’s not like generations before, where things would change and that was the way life goes, but it hasn’t just changed, It’s just gone.
Thank you for visiting. I always appreciate your presence on my page❤️
Jackie

I don’t agree with everything but that’s okay. Your work makes you think. It’s a topic that is right at the front of the world but everyone is ignoring it. I like how you just tackled the issue in the room.

You might enjoy Ray Bradbury’s short Story “The Veld” it echoes what you are highlighting here.

Keep up the intensity my friend
I really enjoyed this

James

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

Very nice and, very likely, my favorite form.

Your imagery cushions the blow of loss with love. 🌼

Thank you, Keith. Thanks for reading!

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.