By dani harris
between raindrops, a light scent of musk drifted through the air reaching a man sitting alone. as though in a dream, the irresistible scent drew the man to a beautiful tree where dark pink flowers with delicate centers called to him, waiting to be plucked. one blossom stood out, untouched by the rain, glowing as if lit from within. the man held the fragile flower ever-so-gently in his hand with no memory of how it got there.
the man walked back to his cottage, lay down upon his bed and lightly began stroking its petals. he teased the center nibs, feeling them become erect under his fingertips. softly he stroked the deepest center of the bloom. a small sigh caused petals to flutter. the man could not resist licking the deep center with the tip of his tongue. a sweet nectar began to flow and, greedily, he licked every drop.
the man became intoxicated by the heady scent of musk and the ambrosia upon his tongue. closing his eyes for just a moment, the man opened them upon a wondrous sight. next to him lay a beautiful woman. her luscious pink lips smiled at him. they kissed, igniting the fires of a fierce passion. there was no choice but to give themselves over to their desire.
long slow kisses... licking... tasting... nibbling. hungry for more. hands exploring... caressing... stroking... pleasuring one another. their bodies joined. passion grew until it could be contained no longer. an explosion shook their world leaving them spent, content in each other's arms.
the man was awakened by sunlight streaming through the windows. next to him lay a dark pink blossom, wilted but still beautiful.
he smiled.
Copyright ©2011 Dani Harris. All rights reserved. Do not reproduce in any form, including electronic, without the author’s express permission.
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This story originally appeared in poetic form on the my heart's love songs site on April 26, 2011.
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If you like this story, check out dani’s other stories, published on this site: Bugged, guardian angel {sorta} and haboob {another creepy tail}.
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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
dani {not a boy} began writing poetry in January 2010, opened her blog my heart's love songs in February 2010 and is now venturing into prose, though terrified. It seems her terror manifests itself in much of the prose, becoming a short tale with an element of horror or fantasy. Despite her blog's title, Dani does not write only haiku. Her sensual poetry is never too explicit whatever the length.
Tenderly erotic and very well written.
ReplyDeletethank you SO much for posting this, Steve. it was interesting to change a poem into prose.
ReplyDeletedani
Someone, prior to the brief blog shutdown a few days ago left a comment for this piece, something along the lines of "erotic, sweet", I think.
ReplyDeleteWhen the blog came back up, the comment was gone, even in my "Comments Moderation" section of this site.
I mention this because reader feedback can be important to writers, and I didn't want whoever left the comment -- James Rainford, I think -- to think I'd deleted it.
Breath-taking metaphor, Dani. The details are exquisite and this is such a good example of poetic-prose or, perhaps, narrative poetry.
ReplyDeletei saw that comment before it disappeared, Steve. it was James Rainford and it was very kind. i've heard blogger is still trying to recover the lost comments and/or posts. thanks. *hugs* dani
ReplyDeletenice...you posted this before on your site right? i remember this one...very nice...
ReplyDeletethank you, Victoria. when i posted it in a poetry format i thought of it as narrative poetry.
ReplyDeletethank you, Brian. yes, it was on my site in poem form.
dani