massage of poetry

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massage of poetry

The gentle scaffolding of her verses
Construct the sweetest inspirations
As goosebumps blossomed over me

Her words rubbed my hard muscles
Like an inspiring key that unlocked
Every hidden secret of my anatomy

Soft syllables stroked sweet sensations
Sending me to the point of no return
as her metaphors caressed me to ecstasy

My muse is a masseuse of touching balladry
For no man could ever resist her charms
After her sensual massage of poetry

431 thoughts on “massage of poetry”

    1. LOL . HYes, my muse must be loved secretly. If she knew the truth that I adore her, she may alter her writing.
      And Kaboom – everything ruined. Thus I must love her from afar.
      Thank you for sharing your lovely thoughts. Have a gorgeous weekend.

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  23. Love is never lost Andrew people get scared of its power and more than usual they go looking else where…leaving us with questioning what love has to do with this

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  24. Good afternoon, Drew. Thousands of apologies for being late again.

    Wow! What a poem! Words touching the body. The metaphor here is beyond beautiful. Reading your poem makes me feel like I discovered a diamond in a sea of shuttered glass. For this is what your poem is: a gem which shines; light touching souls and helping them bloom; softy whispers on the skin.

    May your inspiration stay with you forever!

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    1. Good afternoon dear G.
      Your words touch me. Humbled by your gorgeous comment. Happy you liked the metaphor. Thank you.

      The weekend is here. Hopefully, that means
      there will be a dose of inspiration from SPF.

      Have a beautiful weekend.

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        1. UGH…..with all of the glorious and romantic places to visit (Rio, Màlaga, Venice, Greece), you end up in D.C. (the city of eternal political gridlock). No, not inspiring at all. A city not even worthy your presence.

          Bewitched…. enchanting compliment, Thanks.

          Relax. Play some soft music. Have a coffee with a decadent pastry. Get inspired. Smiling. Cuidate.

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          1. I can see you have a lot of fun in the comments, everyone has a lot of fun in your comments section. Lol.
            WP is annoying when it doesn’t take you back to the reply and you have to scroll through to find the convo you were having. Surprised they haven’t fixed that.
            Have fun. 😁

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  27. A scented oil, and
    Strong fingers
    Penetrate to your bones.
    Pearls on a string
    Bead after bead, like a
    Wind, a gentle breeze
    Around the neck of
    An unsuspecting mermaid
    Swim freely.
    The ocean’s proud
    Curled white tipped waves pound
    The shore, insisting
    Who is better to wear
    Pearls?
    You will only sell them for money!
    The treasured one will
    Imbue your aches with
    Honey.

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      1. Well, I have a writing blog. (Queen’s end) However, the writing mood doesn’t always strike me, and when it does, it’s not always a poem. I’ve written 2 books, 5 screenplays & a TV Series. I’ve self pubbed 1 book, and it seems a bit for the birds.
        I’ve thought of combining my writing blog with my street art blog. I might do it, but I like to keep things separate.
        In the end , making the Art Gowns is the most fun and uber ultra satisfying. I have my other blogs so I can enjoy the blog world between Art Gowns(3-6 months to make a gown) I’ve started doing sketches of the Art Gowns – Art Gowns Art & Update posts – some of those have a guest poet, that helps fill in the time in between, a bit.
        I tried to keep the answer short. 🧐

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        1. Seperate is probably better. I had no idea you wrote so much. How do you find the title to do all of this…gowns, searching for murals, writing, blogging.
          Are you a vampire? You do sleep. don’t you.

          LOL . It was short enough . Thanks

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  30. Oh my gosh! I LOVE the way you describe your Muse, Drew! I myself am now covered in goosebumps. I never equated a Muse with a massage and you’ve got me thinking about that “image” right now. Incredible and powerful piece that I absolutely enjoyed and understood as well. “Something” takes over me, both with my camera and my writing and I just KNOW there is a Higher Source guiding me. As it would seem holds true for you too!! Yowza! What an evocative way to spend “time” listening and being with a Muse. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

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    1. You made me smile. Thank you for your gorgeous words. Let me tell you, you have a little muse in you. That last post I just read was as inspirational as anything a muse could ever provide.

      Thank you for your kind words. They are treasures here.

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      1. I have NO doubt I have a Muse. Sometimes I myself have trouble believing what comes from both my camera and my words. Amazing process!!! And you are so welcome for the kind words. You deserve every one of them, Drew!! ☺️

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  43. Well, I doubt its me….most men when they meet me in person are either repulsed or interested, most when I was younger found me irresistable physicly, but now that Im older I can pretty much have any man I want….. , but the fact is I dont want most of them (at least not in America).

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      1. I *was* back then…..irresistable to most. Few turned me down. I think now I get heart break after heart break because they see Im just not down to earth like most women are. Im more….a lot more controlling than they want me to be and have a temper, but I find that even though I dont consider myself to be *that* attractive anymore, men fall easy.

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  47. I can relate to the almost physical sensation of reading/hearing powerful prose. I experience this often with some of my favorite authors, just recently Ken Liu in his introduction to Paper Menagerie. It left me with the same jolt of energy and connection I’d feel as in intimacy. Comparing a poem to a massage is brilliant. I look forward to reading more!

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