(Please this poem is rated 18. Persons below this age must not enter its doors. Thank you)

Under the full glare
Of eyes connected to tongues with flair
Let our eyes speak
Arranging a date on cloud’s peak
Where even shadows can’t be found
II
I will scent my little farm
With pleasantness which can cause no harm
And will heat my path to keep them warm
I swear it’s not a sham
So let’s meet on the private cloud
III
We will dance
For the clouds to fan and be our fans
And will twirl like alikoto on heated stone
None of us will pick a bone
So let’s meet on the private cloud
IV
After the dance, fans and shine
We will dine after we wine
A dinner meant for two
Clouds will close their eyes even the blue
As we merge our farms for a bumper harvest
V
Try and be firm
You know, I will not squirm
The digging must be strength affirmed
As the hoeing goes clean as clean is termed
Until rivers of sweats merge and join a sea;
A sea of satisfaction
So let’s meet on the private cloud
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
12 replies on “ON PRIVATE CLOUDS (ADULT POETRY)”
Wonderful, Cecilia! Subtle and yet erotic. I enjoyed it very much.
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Thanks Rob. Blessings.
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Beautiful poetry. 🙂
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Thank you Raul. Blessings.
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Subtly sexy! Nicely done!
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Thank you very much Marissa. Blessings.
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I don’t know?!! Maybe a permanent Stoker will show up this year and be more than a summer fling!
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Let’s say that with certainty! God might just grant it!
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I understand. When you’re young the fires are always burning as they should be. In my case now that I’m older despite the snow on the roof there is still fire in my furnace. It just needs more stoking!! LOL!! 🙂 😀
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Hahahahaha. True, it just needs a little stoking! Where are those stokings?
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Sweet and spicy!
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You can add hormones on rampage. 🙂
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