Where Imagination Lingers

Poem by: Elenore B Rigby

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Where do you spend your vocabulary? Do you spend it on lines of poetry? Or in boastful talk with colleagues?

Do your words linger underneath dim streetlights in the city where you live?

What about all the thoughts that come and go during your day, do they float with the evening mist of a rainy twilight?

Do you take them home to mull over with your evening meal? Or perhaps they fly out the window to make their escape from an inundated mind.

Are you careful with where your mind wanders? Do you allow your thoughts emotion?

Does someone’s words find their way inside your heart and mind to allow a tiny seed to germinate in the fertile landscape of your emotions? Do your emotions get the best of you?

I’ve found your words floating among my frail intellect where it strengthens my perception. I become one with your knowledge and long to merge with your imagination, your filthy, dirty suggestive mind.

I anticipate a reality of your creation. I long to be integrated into your consciousness where we can conceive of our own erotic pleasure.

You can come to me in the darkness of night and I will satisfy your every longing. I, in turn, will traverse the universe to find you and command you to stimulate my every longing.

We will fly among the stars to become one with each other and converge our minds carnally. We will create a reality of our own making to indulge in when we are lonely.

Our minds will fill with lucidity.

Our psyche will recapture it’s imagination.

Our thoughts will continue to merge as our intuition invigorates and encourages us. The beast will arise out of our exalted lust to satisfy our lascivious nature.

As night time dreams become our imaginative reality, our allegiance guides us to encompass our emotions. We gladly share them one with the other as the darkness of a misty night falls all around us.

Submitted: February 21, 2021

General Erotica passion lust poem dreams imagination

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Spyguy

Would you drink of my essence, would you swim in my sea?
Would you bask on my rock, would my Mermaid you be?!?
If your tail, you’d be using, to elicit my seed losing...
And your mouth then a-choosing, my lips to be bruising;
Then my Dear, with caressing, and gentle undressing ~
Your hair I’ll be messing, with my sweetest pressing!
So as hardness wanders, just presses down yonders €:
My Sweetnesses plunders, as climaxes thunders!!!

Mon, February 22nd, 2021 1:07pm

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Wowser!

Mon, February 22nd, 2021 7:25am

VanillaEssence

Nicely written and expressed.
To me though you have "played a word game here".
More like a "warm up" for the real thing.
I hope you are not losing interest.
To me "the meal deal" not "the real deal".

Tue, February 23rd, 2021 1:55am

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Do you mean I'm getting lazy with my prose?
No, I'm not losing interest. Maybe I was having a 'tired' moment.
Am I reading you write? (get it? right?) ( :

Mon, February 22nd, 2021 7:20pm