A bed made for one.
Twisted sheets under thighs.
Lost in a trance of a distant voice,
speaking softly
at first,
until the rough pleasure
creeps into your mind.
No hands smudging your lipstick,
but your own.
Moments couldn’t be more intense,
even if you allowed a chance
for another someone
to touch you.
Refused invitations.
Deleted messages.
Dates,
cancelled –
all, so you could get lost in the reality
you made for yourself.
Social isolation,
in order to fulfil needs of your body,
connecting across oceans
with another.
You.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
I must be pretty far gone – I see the sensuality in this piece, but I feel it to be the sleepless nights due to nightmares and memories. staying home, going nowhere except to work and taking my kids places….
Amazing, Chatty, in every poem you write, I’m taken to a new place and this location is very deep…still pondering…xx
Honey, thanks for saying those things, Im glad you like what i write.. X
intense.
I like this very much. Continuously being blown away by how many talented people there are and that I found yet another one in you. Look forward to following 🙂
That i agree – so many talented people here on wordpress! A perfect pool of inspirational waters. Thank you so much for stumbling upon my blog, i’ll head to yours and will check it out!
Thank you so much for your comments and time. I feel very humbled when people take a break from what they have going on to acknowledge a little piece of what I have going on 🙂
It was well worth the read!
Oh C. Owl, I love this. Everything you write, is a treat to read from that beautiful mind of yours.
Thank you dearly… Enjoy your weekend! Looking forward to hear all about your exciting sunday!
This, for me, is a sequence of beautiful, suggestive paintings each with its own emotion. And as I enter each room to look at the painting, I feel the emotion of that particular scene in a way that no painting could ever convey. This is deeply moving and erotically charged,
Thats exactly what i tried to show.
quite tastefully written !
Thank you.. Sometimes its difficult to stay classy.
I couldn’t see the end coming, it toke me for surprise. Social Isolation, I can write an encyclopedia about that … Jaj.
Tell me about it. I think I could too. But you probably would do a better job.
Jaj, I don’t know how to take it … Thanks ?
Thats a good way to take it.
“connecting across oceans
with another.
You.”
With your words, Ms. Owl, it is a connection not easily broken. Such a lovely piece of prose, sprinkled with a bit of melancholy (such is my perception). As usual, I read this with a smile 🙂
Yes, definitely a hint of melancholy. But all my poetry is 😉
And as always, your compliments and praise are way too high for me, mister.
Social isolation: such a lonely place. Let’s hope you’re never there.
Well…
Humans were not meant for social isolation, which is why, I suspect, even though you have your reasons, this piece is filled with tortured symbolism.
Symbolism – absolutely. Yet there is still such a big piece of my heart here.
islands
~
the mind listens
responds
to all illusions
Smoke and mirrors.
My daily life.
Speechless. Miss Owl, you speak as though inside my head!! 😉
I like creeping in and placing words in people’s minds. Especially when they are a pleasant distraction. Or blissful temptation. 😉
another assembly of beautiful words..I see much in this but I’m a little too shy to say what I saw 🙂 x
Shy? Oh darling, you shouldnt be around those waters..
A terrific read. Beautifully written.
Thank you. You are a master of well crafted words, so your praise matters.
Door shut
Eyes closed
Lights out
Lets go
Bodies aching
Hearts aflame
Thoughts un-pure
Race untamed
Rough and tumble
Soft and sweet
Tangled up in
Twisted sheets
Lost in moments
Sweaty sweet
Pleasure trembles
Down my feet
You always know just how to complete my thoughts!!
Fancy a collaboration sometime?
Name time and place.
The near future; Boyden’s Kitchen 😉
Haha! Ok!
I loved this one as well Poetic!
He is quite something, huh?
😀 Oh my, don’t make my head any bigger than it already is haha!
Ok, i wont 😉 haha
Thank you Soozy!
can’t wait to hear about the homecoming
🙂 thanks.
Such words give invitation to dreams that linger
Long walks by candle and cobblestone, heather and holly
laden trails, red wine and whispered winds.
B
Victorian era
Suspended attractions
Mind wonders further
Deep under garments
Until fingers meet
In dark cobbled streets
Lit only by the hearts desire
Echoes of carriage draw
And the smell of wine and roses
Such sweet surrender
B~xx
Sweeter is just the pleasure.
thoughts sans touch sans heat
no cold density of pixels
substitutes for you
Substitutes are not in my dictionary. 🙂
it would be unthinkable 🙂
You flatterer.
You might be worth crossing oceans for little owl.
Might?! 😛
Is
*smiling*
Might not!
Cocky canadian.
I think I love you cuz you’re a hoot
No you don’t.
Yes I do
sad how the excitement turned sour
very well expressed
It didnt really..
oh then .
Wonderful poem, it is so easy to lose yourself in such a situation….
It really is, right?!
One of my faves owlybutt
Before and after 😉
Owlybutt is fighting reality! Ha!
Oh are you now? 😛
Mhm lol
Silly 😛
Sensual, intense. And painfull.
Yes…
This is really exceptional! and original and it took me to places I did not expect…
Awww this is a beautiful compliment, thank you. If my poetry can take people places… I’ll be happily continuing writing then 🙂
At least when alone life turns out how you would like.
Thats again… Depending how you look at it.