Ode To Bo Poem by Andrew David Dalby

On a bed of violet velvet roses you rest
Where threads of soft tension is tested
From a sweet scent that leaves no threat
But slides in fine lines of such intricate design
Made in form by hints of my secret and sacred desire
for no one knows this aching I have for you.
The rocky hard is hard ruddy with throbs that long to grow
Born by images of soft supple skin
That kissed alive in rich passionate throws
Which then begin to rise and glow when squeezed.
As the subtle muscle is then slowly teased,
while inner images of linking limbs: calves and thighs
-Their very form makes me sigh-

duly and beautifully arrive
A charged scent now fills the air
Lifting me above my cares
To then rise tumultuous
Until
The rocking quakes and the shudder of the flower
Peels a rich bloom that unveils her beautiful honesty
Given freely far from masks of hypocrisy,
Where her unhindered sexuality is given
Intimately,
And so, reality prevails:
it peals away like worn clothes as my aching unfurls
In slow rocked thrusts that is with thunder mixed
To Thus make our body's minds and souls transfixed.
And in this place I shudder in our long release,
As then the Universe now bows down low
For my lovely
My wonderful
My Beautiful
My Bo x

© adh2014