Thursday, September 26, 2013

If Walls Could Speak



blue rain











 
Now, you say the blues are just like that
sexy & smooth, as a  lover's move
can't sleep with that haunting need
arousal of emotions inner commotion

My body aches,  sweltering heat
restless night, no need for sleep
bottle of cab, two glasses full
one for you and one for me

You're traveling that train fast
pattering sound of blue rain
watchin' the hours of time pass
waitin' for you secluded room

You & me gonna hit the floor
make those pictured walls hum...
you know the tune I'm talkin' about
the tune of love, rich and raw
claw our way, to ecstasy

moving slow now that's real sweet
you and me between the sheets
writin' our own musical lines
hush my cries, with pleasurable sighs

ah , you know what I need
I need to be pleased

posted for dVerse writing about death, sex, religion, politics

18 comments:

  1. whew....gonna make those walls hum...smiles...me thinks the train is gonna come rumbling through any minute now...smiles. oh my the need to be pleased and said so directly...ha...well done...

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    1. Hi Brian,

      You are usually the first one to visit with a smile and a kind word or two..always appreciate all you do at dVerse...

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  2. You & me gonna hit the floor
    make those pictured walls hum...
    you know the tune I'm talkin' about
    the tune of love, rich and raw
    claw our way, to ecstasy

    Sensuously deadly, Truedessa! It's through to the long haul. Great take!

    Hank

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    1. Good Morning Hank,

      Thanks for stopping over for a read.."sensuously deadly" ..I like the sound of that...enjoy your day...

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  3. The pace and rhythm of this is excellent! That desperation for pleasure, such a basic, primal need. Very well done!

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    1. Nico,

      It is nice to see you back and thanks for visiting my home...

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  4. I love the flowing sensuality that makes its way through your words...and enjoyed 'writin' our own musical lines.'

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    1. Good Morning Mary,

      I wrote this one a bit different using "writin" to express the feel of the the blues..glad you enjoyed it..

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  5. Good reading here. You have to read your poem all the way through.

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    1. Thanks for the visit and the heads up..:)

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  6. And this needs to be put to music. The flow and rhyme of the poem work so well and you've created a great voice.

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    1. Victoria thank you for feeling the lyrical flow..

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  7. And those walls know how to keep a secret despite their humming

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    1. Bjorn, the great thing about walls is they know how to keep all those secrets...

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  8. Wow those walls will hum
    I hope they remain mum
    And won't tell won't goes on between the sheets
    In something like tweets
    Such a blast of love
    Would sure make two as one float above

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    1. Hi Pat,

      I am sure the walls would hum but, stay mum
      secrets would be safe between the sheets as
      they drift to sleep...

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  9. Ha. A very sensual poem, Truedessa, with true need expressed too. Very direct and works super well. Thanks. This is Karin of Manicddaily. K.

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    1. Hi Karin,

      Thanks for visiting..

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