My Ambrosia
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Gabriel Mark Lipper
My ambrosia
You are waiting with patience for me. Sitting on soft bed of silk sheets and warm blanket. You are wearing barely enough clothing to cover tender and perfect skin. I come to you. I fall to your legs and I embrace your waist. I rest my head in the warmth of tempting perfume and the softness of warm wanting flesh. You whispered. Johnnie, I have been waiting. I have plotted out the night and you will be my victim.
I looked into perfect brown eyes and I told her. You are my only wish and sweet dream dear lover.
John Castellenas/Coyote
I believe that poetry is sexier and more erotic when there are things left to the readers’ imagination. The line where you talk about how her dress barely covers her skin is so much more potent and exciting than a completely undressed woman (in poetry, anyway, in my opinion 🙂 As you read the poem, it’s like taking off each piece of clothing slowly and sensually. Superbly written. Thank you for this.
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I agree. Good to allow the reader use their imagination.
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Love the painting! Great work John!
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Thank you Jarrod.
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