Kandle
A Poem
by TTBoy
How warm must the water
be before I can easily
dip myself in?
What is too hot for my
hand to allow
sand to sift
through the same fingers that I long to use to strum
and caress the pieces that
make her know that
woman is what was created from
Her
With a mind devoid of
fear her smile can be
misconstrued as cockiness
for she can take
all she wants of that and throw it back
on them
Squirming for attention
are the freaks who tout peaks
above their sneaks
packing danger for geeks and Greeks alike
But be damned if the
light dims before making her
acquaintance
The flame can be thrown
unknown causing her to own
the most majestic bone
Picture her all alone
You as her throne
Moan and moan again and again
my friend
Where and when will it
end
After you begin to
realize the depravity of sin you lived in
For what you prayed for
opened the door
that allowed the wind to blow
leaving the Kandle full and hearty
That sweet delectable scent of flesh marinating
in juices of all colors of the rainbow
Awaiting the teasing
sensation of your tongue
or that part that’s sprung
adding to its pool of depth
having wasted every match to ignite
a fight that needed no more light
The dreaded sight of your pathos
as she said, “Goodnight”
© 2010 TTBoy
This is so like a flowing river of sensuality. The rhyme and word choice have merged perfectly..yet have a unique pattern and style that is both enchanting and unpredictable. This poem is like a dance and the music of course is love played by romantics. EXCELLENT WORK AHTecoy. Bravo!