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! 😉

Love the sheer erotic narrative here that draws me in and makes me want to stay until the very end. Truly a hot poem that inspired bedroom thoughts and feelings. I could feel this deep down where the sun doesn’t shine.

John

Passionately penned, Fia. You always make the temperature hotter with your writes my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

” They start with that whisper that hits behind the ear

A practiced tone

That causes goose bumps and raises those baby hairs ”

Yeahhh…this paints a pic of some nice memories.

Nicely written

Naaj

I’ve always been accused of being a grown man… now you know why… this was a great story.. perfectly done…love it.

Passionate rough writing. Well done.
Breathless. ❤️

Passionately penned, P.G. Seductively beautiful this write is my friend. Clever wordplay as well. Appreciate you.

Damian

Like a sensual song of love and passion that I feel afloat in as I read and love where the river of your words took me. Love the feeling I got from this. Like an erotic romance of singular beauty and artistry.

John

What do poets taste like?

Sounds like me…💋

I love this P.S. Well worded and seductively sinful. My type of write. Great work. You always amaze. xo

Superb work. You nailed it.

LOVE this Title

Sorry

IM STEALING THIS ONE

MY VERSIÓN COMING SOON ???

Poetically steamy and hot! Well done!

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.