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Soupe De La Nuit
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Soupe De La Nuit |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050
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She was so gorgeous as she slipped into the waters. Stars melting down her cheeks from her eyes. The moonglade floating on the ripples kissing her naked skin. Her dimpled liquescence firm and aglow. I was already there where she told me to meet her. Out in the country in a warm spring of mineral water, exuding from the ground in flush and surges. As a tree wrapped its arms around the wind and tangoed in place to their favorite latin lyric. Funny how this hot spring was shaped like a big stew pot, as we had been talking about food and cooking a lot lately. Sharing each others daily menus, discussing what delicious things were being put into each other’s mouths. And so it was starting to make sense now when she told me that she wanted us to finally meet, so that we could cook up something hot and share it, together. I just didn’t know that we were going to be cooking, ourselves? I started to welcome her, as she put a finger to my mouth to shoosh me. I looked at her with my ears as her eyes said, no words tonight, at least not from a dictionary. Any oral communication this evening was going to be from words not yet written. A language known only unto us, our own dialect of desire, my own diction mixed with the friction, of her soft and silent tongue. The broth in our steam kettle really started to simmer, as she reached for me and pulled me in for a long tender, mouth hug. Her lips plump and juicy, like cherry tomatoes as I pulled her under the broth with me, our bodies twisting and melding like fresh cut veggies in a rolling boil, the root vegetables rising to the top, of this concoction of our long awaited consommé. It was our hidden feelings for each other that we’ve yet to admit, that added just the right seasoning and mouth feel. Her bouquet garni, emanating free throughout the caldo de siete mares, so spicy and sweet. This alphabet soup with some added punctuation, that did all our, talking on that eve of lost dreams. As we ate upon words from tale and poem and nourished each other, in our soup of the night. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
As a tree wrapped its arms around the wind and tangoed in place to their favorite latin lyric. Her bouquet garni, emanating free throughout the caldo de siete mares, so spicy and sweet. This alphabet soup with some added punctuation, that did all our, talking on that eve of lost dreams. WOW! I wanted that to go on and on. You set the stage the characters, and the scene with perfection. Bravo! |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Thank you so much Mysteria, I hope all has been well with you and your fam! Nice hearing from you again! Richard xx |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Now, that's some truly charming soupe setting here, dear Richy! Steamy and so beautifully creative! Love, Margherita  |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
A rich, delicious poem.. wonderful.. loving the way you string words and images/ideas.. only prob I had was the mental image of people boiling for soup was jarring with the tender/hot desire theme.. but perhaps you meant for that? =) I mean no insult or offense, you know that I enjoy your works, my friend! All best~Amaryllis |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Sounds like you're quite the cook, Richy. Ida |
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