Bluegrass Dreaming

She Knows

The smooth silk of bourbon
Falls from her mouth
To my ears
As I lie in her fertile field

A desire kept in repose
Has erupted once more
From coma

The dross of marking time
Sloughs off this wanton flesh
Tendrils of lust and need
Feel their way toward her

Nervously
They seek the scent
Discovering a path
Expensive
Yet ripe in its expanse

They know
Without having touched her
The promise of silk
Refashioned in her mind
Uncracked from her bonds

They know the taste
Of fresh honey
The lure of her nectar
That mind of sublime beauty

So here I lie
At rest on my couch
Not feeling it
Rather the fields of Kentucky
The scent of bluegrass in the air

As her bourbon smooth voice
Whispers to me
Wanting

Waiting

For me to come

I am not an experienced poet or good with critique, but i wanted to at least tell you that I enjoyed reading this.

like the smooth tone of this - almost like the bourbon pouring down the throat...with the little kick at the end...

They now the taste - did you mean know? or now and I'm missing something?

Thanks Vidalia, nope, I'm the one that missed something. It should be "know", all fixed.

Thanks for your comments and I'm glad you enjoyed.

Mos.

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