Bring In The Clown (tears for youth)
Taking it a Stage Further.
With all the recent movement towards love, and sensuality on Hub Pages at the moment I have decided to try my hand at narrative poetry. This little attempt is for all the great writers of sensual poetry that reside here in Hub Land. My pen is guided by your teachings and I strive to be a good student.
In a heart beat
The ripple of emotions
Call in the Clown.
Call in the clown; make me laugh, this old girl with the crooked smile and the big nose,
I know my name. It was once whispered on a summer breeze.
I have my memories, of beautiful eyes and skin as pure as silk,
spun from the cotton of the silk worms coat.
Bright, stunning, beautiful, sensual.
Although age is a mirror still in my heart,
My images of life and laughter still sing in my soul.
Laughter and the whispers of love as gentle as the breeze from the butterfly’s wing,
caress my very being and remind me of my beauty that once was.
The yearning in your eyes as I stepped ever so gracefully into your life,
and when I reach forth, the curls at the nape of your neck, remind me of a fresh summer meadow,
I shiver with anticipation, reaching for the strength of your powerful, muscular arms
that take me so gently into another place; into another world of fantasy and lust.
The clouds that I see are just pillows under my head,
as the motion stirs my loins and the tingle of my breast chases my heart beat .
The ripple of muscle from your chest, takes away my serenity as I gaze into those slate blue eyes
that hold my gaze of wonder, and surprise
as gentle as the ripple of the sea over the shore engorges my very being.
the rhythm of two beating hearts enfolds.
I arch my back and yield to the will of your manhood, like the crescent of the moon to become one.
Waves of emotion explode onto the shore and the pure pleasure of sand between my toes
brings me ever closer to your relentless strength,
crashing further into the depths of your whispers
soothing, caring and caressing my mortal world.
You, my friend, my lover, are the only tempestuous being in my saddened world
only you can relieve the pain of getting older,
the gentle touch of your fingertips along the length of my spine,
and the warmth and sweetness of your breath on my face
sends me into a cascading river of impulses and desire,
take me as only you can do.
The touch of your tongue like raindrops trickling between my breasts,
And down to the most sensitive areas of my being.
Bring in the clown, humanise my world for the benefit of my sanity,
and leave me engorged and elated, spiritually and physically in love.
© Annette Donaldson 2011
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