Chesapeake Bay

Poem by: DampKitten

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You know who you are...

I started this note

somewhere in the middle

of Chesapeake Bay…staggering

upper deck on a ferry named Fantasy,

floating towards Foreverville,

your arms surrounding me

like a memory,

my chestnut hair dispersed;

September chill on sky-mist stationary,

tendrils of curls crossing the t’s,

dotting the eyes…

When you set yourself

to reading,

be apprised that the ink

is still wet; the paper is thin

as lingerie lace,

and because you

are beautiful,

the words have a

transparent sheen

wherefore

you needn’t rush,

as you never do,

to pluck the lovely letters.

They will fall away

like leaves in October,

and the passages will open,

warm and inviting

with every hidden

meaning

Submitted: September 05, 2021

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Spyguy

Yet you finished the letter to me, ‘cause you know that your heart I can see;
And I read from your words with such glee… Knowing deep in your heart you seek me!

LOL! (Is that too cocky?)

Mon, September 6th, 2021 8:32am

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You know I love your heart and your cock, Spy....
I always think of you when I'm close to water. Were I the female version of Ulysses, my crew would have to tie me to the mast when we pass by your island...

Mon, September 6th, 2021 9:16am

samnash

Wow… I did not know you had chestnut hair!!!!
I wonder if it is the same color all the way down there!!!
underneath that wet paper thin lingerie lace!!!
Wow again and again…
I’m always in awe with every wet dot of ink you place!!!

Mon, September 6th, 2021 3:01pm

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Ya know, Sam...my hair color varies just like most the girls that surround you...in your harem. The hair 'way down there' comes and goes - but it's darker than chestnut...and I like to go commando. There's no point in wearing lace when you're around since it turns into a sopping wet mess.

Mon, September 6th, 2021 9:10am

Amy F. Turner

Sensuous and decadent, like my favorite chocolate. Lovely without sparing a single word.

Mon, September 6th, 2021 9:17pm

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I'm a big fan of dark chocolate, Amy! I know what you mean!
Thanks so much for reading, girl. I love hearing your thoughts...

Mon, September 6th, 2021 4:48pm

Trixie

Very lovely, for some reason I imagine a lady staring up at the blue sky reading words painted by an airplane. It seems to fit, thin paper? Nothing thinner than air. And words falling away, just like the clouds shifting. Sometimes my mind is more literal than imaginative! Great post!

Tue, September 7th, 2021 11:32am

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Thanks, Trix. I hadn't even imagined it that way. I'm always interested in your take on things!
Thanks for reading, girl!

Tue, September 7th, 2021 6:02pm