Peek-a-Boo Blue

'Oooooh – a curve of breast

In a blue blouse?'

 

'A sliding slit up the thigh

Of a tight, blue skirt?'

 

'A curly male chest

In a skimpy, blue vest?'

 

No!

No! No! No! No! No!

 

'A glimpse of sky

Through the bending boughs

And trembling leaves

Of summer trees

After rain

Sluicing down -

Running rivers on the road

Pounding puddles on the driveway

Cleansing the moody air!

 

Oh! 'Peek-a-boo Blue'

I SEE you!

Let me find an open space

Just a little space -

A garden, a street, a concrete intersection -

Where I can wash my eyes

And bathe my Soul

In your surreal Blueness.'

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Raj Ferds

Sat 17th Aug 2019 07:03

Cynthia you are a natural catalyst on here triggered by your innate talent for the poetic and erotic (he chuckles).
Keep them coming!!

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Ruth O'Reilly

Fri 16th Aug 2019 17:46

I like how you took our dirty minds and cleaned them right up!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 16th Aug 2019 13:56

Raj, I like what you did with 'Blueness'. So, I've changed it.

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Ghazala Lari

Thu 15th Aug 2019 11:01

This is one good mind teaser. the start is as good as the end. Enjoyed the piece!!

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Raj Ferds

Thu 15th Aug 2019 10:56

Ooooh Cynthia. Love it.
It's got a few ingredients that make it charming -- a sensuous analogy, intrigue, deception and playfulness. I see that cheeky girl in you emerging again.

"And bathe my soul in your surreal Blueness".
My kind of finale.

Raj x

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 15th Aug 2019 10:40

There must be people on here who think I'm bonkers! This just came pouring out with a huge smile and a tickling tongue. I kid you not!

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