Io
It is nyx, cries owl loud,
A dark little cloud
Descends to her
From the skies
Io extends her hands
To touch and feel it,
She feels it had a face
With a smile laced
That reaches out
to hers, for a kiss
Sensuous,
It's arms flow
Over her ups and downs
Holds her in
a warm embrace
And she wants more.
On her soft berries
Encapsulated
In his molten lips
Dance the fairies
Of Great Cupid.
Her burning liquid fire
Wets him like a
morning shower,
Ignites his passions
That enter her depths
Like red hot embers,
Does it singe her
Or does it soothe her?
A lightning from him
White hot
Strikes her senseless
And she enjoys
When his fury
Starts to flow into her.
Her fire ignites him
like sun's flames,
Licking at
his passion,
A Solar eruption
Smothered.
Io is said to have settled in Egypt as its First Queen. Can we deduce that Io's ‘impeccable beauty' was inherited by Cleopatra? Was Julius Caesar an incarnation to Jupiter? Or was it Mark Antony?
Awesome deepdive into a fantastic story, enjoyable, moments of action, moments of calm contemplation, thank you!
I can't bring myself to give this more than 3 1/2 stars (make it 3) . It's (not Its) 'interesting' and DOES have , but could you insert some humor as well?
Such love making sounds like self-immolation, 'the act of sacrificing oneself by setting oneself on fire and burning to death', to me. Ugh! ! ! Ouchy! ! ! ! ! ! ! : ( bri
And does 'her' refer to Io? Could not his 'passions' soothingly singe her? ? ? And his 'fury' as well? ? ? ! Yikes! I want no part of such passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoy this poem espeically the second verse Bravo!
Hi LeeAnn, while penning down, the poem (the story and the accompanying image being so sensual) I tried my best to contain sensuality in my words. But, as you would agree, I failed.
I am so happy that you enjoyed the poem.
Thank You, LeeAnn. I always know how you support me. It is always a pleasure
Thank You LeeAnn. A pleasure to read your words here.