Suggestive phrases
twirl inside my mind
and you wonder,
if anything I write is about you.
Would you like to know the truth?
My mouth spits out
flirtatious words
at those sensitive moments,
when your eyes melt into tears,
and I have to stop myself
from wanting to wipe them
with my lips,
because the taste of your sadness
is the one
I survive on.
Paper-thin clothes
hide the intrigue
that we are both longing after,
and every time
my curves change the shape of the fabric,
your thoughts start dancing a quickstep
of adult-rated visions.
We both smirk at each other,
knowing,
that one day
it might become
a questionable reality.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Sometimes the line between fantasy and reality ceases to exist and a reality that good should never be questioned, just simply experienced!
I’ll take your word on this!
Ms. Owl, I’m way behind in reading my posts, but what a way for me to wrap up my night!! I don’t know what it is about your prose, but it seizes my attention the second I commence reading…this poem seems to be uttered from the side of your mouth & I absolutely adore that attitude of yours! 🙂
Phew, finally I’m back on WP! Couldn’t post or comment, it was a torture 🙂 Thanks as always, my dear.
every time my curves change the shape of the fabric
nice 🙂
why, thanks 😉
thanks for the steamy visual
Oh, you are more than welcome! Still need to make time to visit your blog after not being there for a while. You know, you not being on my reader makes things difficult 😛
ah i wish i could fix that! some say i do show up and others say i don’t. but you are right, get over there!! 😀
Getting my fat ass there in a minute!
Haha. Your ass is just right 🙂
And I think I figured out why it hasn’t been showing up in the reader. I’ve been using too many tags
“when your eyes melt into tears,
and I have to stop myself
from wanting to wipe them
with my lips,
because the taste of your sadness
is the one
I survive on.”
Brilliant!, simply brilliant..
That is the truth though. The feeling of guilt is stronger than any other! Thank you for stopping by. As always. I was away from WP for a while, will need to catch up with your blog soon!
Such emotive words, as already said they ‘smolder’.
Thank you.. honestly.. wonderful comment. Words like that never stop me from smiling.
Way nice. No I don’t wonder if anything you write is about me. Princesses never write about frogs.
Im not a princess. And i find you alluring.
*Blam* That was my blood pressure monitor blowing up.
Beautiful poem! Really like this one.
Thanks ever so much..
Your work smolders with sensuality. Than again, that’s the point, right?
I guess so. Even though when I write, this vibe flows naturally. I’m quite sensual by nature.
may i say how deeply i appreciate your musical ear for language and gift for emotional candor? very. xo tony
This is such a heart-felt comment, thank you so much, Tony. Im
Not sure how much I truly deserve your praise, but Im always grateful to see you stopping by my playground here.
Your words, a poet’s scripture, becomes a Pied Piper to those reading your lines, leading them, intoxicating them, hanging them on every last word until the undesirable end where your voice trails off to silence or the end of the page becomes white, wordless. And….we longingly await our next opportunity to meet this undesirable end with your next post.
Such powerful words of praise, like a subtle gentle touch of a hand on my skin. I’m as eager to write as you are eager to read. I just live hoping that this mutual feeling wont end.
There seems to be two types of teasing here. The teasing of heartbreak and sexual teasing. It’s almost as If this is a snap shot at the end of relationship and the characters are getting there last good-byes out. It’s touching and heartbreaking and beautiful and raw and sexual. Everything that makes your poetry so undeniably alluring…
I’m glad that you picked up on the sexual teasing, that I was trying to camouflage between other words. And yes, it does sound like the last encounter before the final good bye. Thank you for being so amazing.
No need to thank me! 🙂 your work speaks for itself. I just articulate! And I saw that. The teasing words, playing up the hidden meanings. It was clever and artful!
Teasing indeed…
Very nice, I loved this part::”at those sensitive moments,
when your eyes melt into tears,
and I have to stop myself
from wanting to wipe them
with my lips,”
Thanks darling. I think I’m more and more influenced by your poetry.
That is always an honor to hear, but I think you are not quite aware of just how much of your own magic simply oozes from your words .
You’re sweet, thank you, dear.
Love this.
Thank you for stopping by. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Imagination is the key to life. We need to wish and hope. Make all thing sweeter in the end. Teasing allowed hope and desire to built up to a ultimate desire and hope, Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Without imagination we are too simple of human beings.
Oh I do like this one 🙂
I’m glad! 🙂