Taste the Nectar

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Taste the Nectar

By Tony DeLorger © 2011


How sweet the nectar of life, the enticing gifts of the flesh,

and how dull and sour living without it.

The swell of desire is both mesmerising and indulgent,

and all consuming when taunted by possibility.


It is a slow and nurturing torment the need for flesh,

gradually disarming the mind but vacillating in action.

Morality alone stands as sentinel to the temple,

causing doubt and pitted against the flow of raging red tides.


So subtle the reach of invitation; a glance, a plump opened mouth,

begging the release of intimacy and the writhing of moist bodies.

Rhythmic dancing, inhibitions liberated in carnal expression,

flesh to flesh, slippery, tantalising and grinding to fever pitch.


Like birds released, the freedom of ecstasy is worn like satin,

muscles locked, gushing life, calming to flight, exhilaration.

Finally, desire appeased, left to lick its wounds,

bring life back from the edge of painful bliss.


Words trite and barely spoken, ignore thought for the peace,

wrapped in the calm of still waters.

Love’s lightness imbues, taught of desire and shallow in experience,

the aftermath untainted by the world, relentless in seeking sleep.


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks again QudsiaP1


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QudsiaP1 5 years ago

Wow such a strong tantalising poem. Wonderful.

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