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Silk Sashes
by Ken HarnischYou have silk sashes?
Save them for yourself
Do not tie my wrists, however
Tightly, but instead run them
Across your curves and shadows
So that I, ensnared, can be
Enticed to a froth by
Such pastel opacity
As it is paraded before
My eyes
Use the twine
On my wrists and ankles
Bind me to the oak
With your bewitching smile
Then run the silk across my fevered
Parts, while I, helpless, strain
Mightily at the cords
With which you keep me yours
You have silk sashes?
Place them like a veil
Across your lips and kiss me
So that I can taste both silk
And desire and know
Divinity conjoined
Put the silk around me
And when I cry to
Heaven for such deliverance
As I have never known
Deliver me, my love!
Oh, yes: deliver me! 11/19/2004 Posted on 11/19/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 11/20/04 at 08:39 PM Note to self: Buy silk sashes.
lol, this was a very interesting and intriguing read :-0 |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/22/04 at 01:02 AM Now there is some steamy stuff. Your silk-laden vixen really knows the art of the tease, and your sensuous quill is overflowing with passion. Very hot, Ken, very hot!
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 11/22/04 at 03:09 PM Heh great poem... I don't have anything else to say on that...just great poem :) |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/22/04 at 07:15 PM Ohhhh my.. it just got ten degrees hotter in here! Seriously, I rather like the sensiousness of this one. |
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