Your Laughing Eyes
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She does not recognize herself
While you know no other
And softly chuckle
As she tries to slip
Her tongue between your lips
When she nibbled at your ear
Months ago, you said
That will be your key
No words need wasted
Your lust apparent
When my ear you've tasted
But now you shake your head
Yet again?
A silly thing
Is she?
Insatiable you say
With laughter in your eyes
Too easily estranged
New to the aggressor's game
Now with a doe’s wide eyes
Gun-shy
She recoils
Afraid of her own
Desires
But the pull it is intense
And her only recompense
Is in the knowledge that she is
The prize
And if you do not claim her
Surely you’ll regret
Stepping over
The suitors at her door step
This knowledge tells her
She musn’t judge your frivolity
Too quickly
For a fool you are not
And your laughter must be
Not at her expense but
At your own
Good fortune
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That doesn't tell me if you liked it or not Georgiakevin.
okay! You have my complete attention, Randy! =) You are fierce, for sure! Sounds like, a tango!?! :) Shall we say, delicious...
Mmmmm, I like "delicious." Thank you for that Invictus.
Sometimes, I get tired of this dance, but how else would we fill all this time? You and invictus, I think, do the feminine poetry thing wonderfully; as there is a difference between how the sexes do it. Women poets should stick to slap and tickle stuff (not a misogynist, we each have our forte's)
You many not hate women sir, but you do seem to have a narrow view of our talents. I am definitely in the midst of a "slap and tickle" phase, and I'm enjoying it. It has not been my thrust for the last 43 years though and it will fade back when I am impassioned with something else. Next up? Drugs or Rock n' Roll perhaps.
Coy apprehension is such a lure, as the perfumed ankle is subtle and provocative; and the game goes on...
Fine poem expressing the most common emotion of worth...
Thank you Ioua for a lovely comment. A perfumed ankle, a milky shoulder, an inviting sigh... something for each of your senses in this game. :)
Mr. Bretton. hmmm. interesting that, eh, Randy? We were the first for him to fan as well. Do you know who it is?
I am not too interested, though, he smells oddly familiar. :)
Laughable if you ask me! lol
oops i am missing something here
Do you have her number, Randy? Just email to me and I'll be at her house directly :D Thank you, you siren!
O.K., Invictus I'll laugh.
ha, ha, ha
Did that sound convincing? ;)
Hi PL. Not everyone is as polite in the comment box as yourself; that's all.
Dohn you never disappoint me with your comments. You have completely restored my grin. Thank YOU.
oh, when I ponder the chances blown, over some vain or inconsequential moment, I am filled with regret. Long lovley lashes that only held eyes for me, turned away by some stupid petty indifference on my part. In my loneliest hours the couda beens haunt me the most. Great write.
~~MFB III
If I could only lock my ego away, the rest of me would have so much more fun.
Thanks for your comment MFB.
Randy, as always brilliant and thought provoking writing. Your words are like the wind that blows good feelings--good breeze always enjoyable.
Well done, dearest Randy. Lovely words.
Hi Sandy! Did you see Invictus gave me a "fierce" in your honor I think :) I'm glad you found it thought provoking, since I'm "just" a girl poet and all. lol.
Have you been enjoying your new endeavor?
Very beautiful and sadly seductive..
Hello Shamel! Sad? Is it? Maybe a little I supposed. Thanks for the comment.
Randy, I've been away too long. I love this work! "But the pull it is intense And her only recompense Is in the knowledge that she is The prize." That is one powerful statement and empowering moment in life. The passion within is strongly expressed...thanks for letting the rest of us feel it.
A nibble at the ear, a sure fire way to get my attention. Though just the gentle caress of her breath on the fine hairs of the ear is also enough for me. As I read I could feel gentle tingles in my ears. Very nice indeed.
Hi Carson! I'm glad you like this one. I'm glad you could feel it. :)
You're an ear man Wesley? Thanks for coming by and tingling with me.
But, of course, 'fierce' was in AIDY's honour! :) It is, and saddly she is not around much anymore... so just wanted to ensure someone gave ya the 'fierce'! lol
If I can get a fierce and a delicious on a poem that's like two stars right?
That Graham is quite a cracker...and a crock. You slap and I'll tickle. Please? I would never slap a woman. Unless, you know, it's a gentle spanking kind of deal and a French maid outfit is involved.
Did I mention I think the poem is lovely!
Ya, you like his comment? Never done the French maid thing... but then I hate housework. I'm good with the rest of it though, lol.
Empowering... I know it was used elsewhere, sorry for the non-originality.
But every woman should know the prize of it all, and every man should laugh at his good fortune when he's found a good woman. I really smiled at the end of this poem. Thanks
So happy to have made you smile EM. Empowering is not a word, of which, I will soon grow tired. Thank you for your comment.
Some here believe in their power of words, and others really don't know how they are empowering others.... I am happy to say I would think you are the latter.... better than you know.
wow, captivating and fiery!
lovely poem Randy! and the pic is pretty angelic ;p
thanks for sharing ;p
Thanks for the sweet comment Blaise! I was pleased to find that pic. Sometimes I spend hours looking for the right pic.
Really liked this Randy-very cool to get into the inner
process of these 2 people. Maybe the mans laughter simply comes from being in the now with an attractive woman.Don't think about what could happen just enjoy this moment.
Are you directing me to live in the moment? You Dark, may be an old soul despite the coy picture.
this has a new life, well why not, it is so well written, not in the mood for nibbling ears at the moment, but one never knows.
Probably every new relationship breathes a little life into this one. Thanks Joy56.
This strikes me as a basically very sad poem. Somehow leading to unrequited love... maybe I am a bit jaded, but there is a desperation and joylessness in the way it moves.
You often find sadness in my poems TL. Maybe you just have empathy for me. This poem is just about the insecurity of communicating sexual desires at the beginning of a relationship. Nothing unrequited about it. If you reread it with that knowledge maybe it'll strike you different?
Hi Randy - You do Randy poetry well... liking it...
Luke @ WordSalad
Thank you Luke. I like the way your toss your words together too.
This reminds me of my fiance, he being the one who is always wanting and me saying 'not now' or playfully joking about how greedy he is.
Yea not so funny when the shoes on the other foot. Don't know what changed... well other than divorce, but change it did. So go easy on him.
I must say, there are many,many poems about intimacy and I find yours is the most playful and real that I have seen in quite some time. Kudos!
Sillyfrog thank you for stopping by. I'm glad you enjoyed this.
Love the picture and the poem. Quite the little vixen :-P
Vixen? Only in hubland :)
Without her, men would spend all day wrestling on the edge of a cliff, instead of all day clambering over themselves to stake their claim. Sweet, wise and worthy, from a great wordsmithess.
Thanks attemptedhumour. I like being called a wordsmithess :)
Very nicely written Randy. Alluring!!
Smiles :)
bella
Thanks for popping in Bella. Smiles back.
I like your poems, especially this one. It was intense and it actually made me forget my toothache for a moment, so thank you :)
Nice to meet you Blue! I'm glad you like my stuff. Sorry about your tooth :(
Excellent, dear Randy
Thank you Luke :)
Hi RB.
It must be the sea air that makes your head spin and then out pops these absolute breath taking poems. You put everything into them and i suppose the end result is a little "Naughty but Nice".
Take care and have a nice day.
LOL Ghaelach
Hi Ghaelach. They are just little pieces of me. I'm glad you like them. And no, my head does not spin... my hips do though.
Hi Randy.
May be it's my head that is spinning to the thought of your hips.
LOL Ghaelach
Ahhh women, I feel sorry for men sometimes. We are so bewitching to them. And should be!
Think I'll have to call Hubby to come home for a little afternoon "nap" after reading this, Randy. :) :)
xo
Oh Jannie you crack me up. Bon appetit!
Georgiakevin 2 years ago
This is quite a poem.