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Orphani
Jan 17, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Again in you

Lose me again ,in you
your resplendent bird calls
the deep jungled mystery
that your hills and valleys conceal

I breathe your steaming breath
I feel you, in
The earth smells of antelope
Carrion gorged tigers sleepy eyed
in your longing arms of entangled moss
and luscious vines

Lioness of the night
roaring in my ear
the ground trembles
the wildebeest nervously sniffs the air
your scent feeds hungry among the shadows
you're ecstasy of blood drips from  sated jaws

lose me again where no tame thing can enter
and bull elephants mount the sky
for your love
— Orphani, Jan 17, 2010

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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Love starts with a deep

Love starts with a deep feeling that surrounds you with an understanding that she is your beloved. B
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

unearthedout of Africa,

unearthed out of Africa, nascent bones we are pledged to a swirling tangerine sky, come to me when the mask of night is blind feeding skin to skin dark marrows of reminiscence unforgiven passages; titans lost in each others' scents ~A p.s. And next time, don't forget the *to...A* I'm no afterthought. ;-) p.p.s. breath(e)
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Wow that was HOT! I feel the steam.

Oh passionate Barry now dressed in wolfs clothing and prowling the night jungles of sh!!!!!!!! See there in the grasses that was where sh!!!!!!!!!!!! Listen and smell the air wow that's sh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Tarzan of the Neopoets to your Jane, you sure tell a gorgeously gob-smacking tale of ...elation with none of the details left out. Ann of Norway tentatively.
Bonitaj

Bonitaj

16 years 4 months ago

Barry!

Sounds like you just stepped OUT OF AFRICA! I tell ya - I know those animals and they are wild!! :) NIce write Boni
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

I never thought I could be

I never thought I could be so far from the civilized world ,but my plane crashed, and there she was mean, hungry, and charging up all my credit cards.Love you A. Thanks for the kind words T.
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ziggy

16 years 4 months ago

hi ,o

great read barry , i love the wild theme , the last line really carries the whole piece off, another great write and spot to so i`ll add my nom too ,,,,,,ziggy
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Barry

Must be soemthing in the air me thinks love is all around ;) wonderfully potent poem .... love and mountains of hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

WHO ME ??? looks around I

WHO ME ??? looks around I know nothing lmao I am a mushroom kept in the dark and feed on ... lmao ;) love and big hugs Jc x x x
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lyz

16 years 4 months ago

What a romp

In the jungle to boot. I was eating a Cherry Ripe while reading this and I forgot to swallow, you rotter, lol. I was rapt reading this. You could put a few meanings to it, but I like the sexy one, Grrrr. So be it. Very exciting and I hope A thought so too. Brilliant, the fever kept its temp (o). Lol. Love from me. XX
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

You have always been my

You have always been my constant companion, and ever present friend here at Neo. ;and now to be responsible for your early demise - via cherry ripe, would I ever be forgiven, Seran alone would roast the pig pickle and slap me back to cro-magnon man; but wow1 What a way to go. Anyway stick around a wee bit longer dear, and remember to always swallow. B ps,....cherry ripe?
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lyz

16 years 4 months ago

If you could see me now.

I logged on to your reply as I put a cappuccino chocolate stick in my mouth, lol. Next I will choke on them, yes, more than two went in my mouth, mocha flavour. What is it with me, when I read your poems, I am always eating chocolate, I am addicted. A cherry ripe is as you may now have guessed, a choc bar with sweet cherries and coconut centre. When we went to the Hunter valley gardens on Sunday, they have a british lolly shop there and where we have flakes, theres is called waves, I think, cant remember that well, I do rememeber the choc aniseed rings I got, any way, same company makes them though. Oh dear Barry, I would do no good in the jungle, no chocs, lmao. Love to you and I have stopped eating now, they were very skinny, not even a mouthful, lol. love from me, Lyz. XX
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Every time I see the bull

Every time I see the bull elephants, you seem to be riding them into some poor unsuspecting, civilized tea party.Magumbo ala dumbo to you to T. B,,,o,,
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Lunegirl

16 years 4 months ago

what a wicked feisty poem,

what a wicked feisty poem, love the animal allusions and even better, love your open celebration of the woman wild fire and meaty conqueress vix ; )
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Pumpkin123s

16 years 4 months ago

Loved reading this

Loved reading this poem! Dangerously in love!!
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 4 months ago

bit late getting back here

Read this fresh off the press and wanted to give it time...opps has it been that long. I carry forward a fresh wild cry of passion in your words lose me again where no tame thing can enter and bull elephants mount the sky for your love Been looking for a bull elephant but major shortage of them in Scotland...must be the weather!!! Yes I love this can you guess by the broad grin on my face Seabhac