·ɕ· camellia ·ɕ·

Photograph by Ainsley Allmark

between raindrops
a light scent of musk
drifted through the air
reaching a man
sitting alone

as though
in a dream
the irresistible scent
drew the man
to a beautiful tree

dark pink flowers
with delicate centers
called to him
waiting
to be plucked

one blossom
stood out
untouched by the rain
glowing
as if lit from within

the man
held the fragile flower
ever so gently in his hand
with no memory
of how it got there

he walked back to his cottage
layed down
upon his bed
and lightly
began stroking its petals

he teased
the center nibs
feeling them
become erect
under his fingertips

softly
he stroked
the deepest
center
of the bloom

a
small
sigh
caused
petals to flutter

he
could not resist
licking the deep center
with
the tip of his tongue

a sweet nectar
began
to flow…
greedily
he licked every drop

he became
intoxicated
by the heady scent
and the ambrosia
upon his tongue

closing his eyes
for just a moment
he opened them
upon
a wondrous sight

next to him
lay a beautiful woman
her luscious pink lips
smiling
at him

they kissed
igniting
the fires
of
a fierce passion

no choice
but
to
give themselves over
to their desire

long, slow kisses
licking…
tasting…
nibbling…
hungry for more

hands
exploring…
caressing…
stroking…
pleasuring one another

their bodies joined
as passion grew
until
it could be contained
no longer

an explosion
that shook their world
leaving them spent
content
in each other’s arms

he was awakened
by
the morning sun
shining
through the windows

next to him
lay a dark pink blossom
wilted
but still beautiful
…he smiled

·ɕ· ζ ·ɕ·

i would like to thank Ainsley Allmark for kindly allowing me to use his beautiful photograph from his twitpic photostream.
his gogyohka for this photograph is:
“Soft
petals…
Camelia
turns
toward the sun”
Please click on any of the Dolphin links in the blogroll at the bottom of the page to see more of his stunning photographs and amazing poetry..

i am reposting this poem as i took down the original post for a week while it was posted at Microstory A Week. i revised the above poem {which someone described as narrative poetry} into a prose version which was published at Microstory A Week by Steve Isaak. you might also be familiar with his other blog READING AND WRITING BY PUB LIGHT as well as his weekly 3 Word Week posted every Monday. thank you, Steve, for posting my story at Microstory A Week. there are minor changes only, but here is the prose version if you are interested:

between raindrops, a light scent of musk drifted through the air reaching a man sitting alone. as though in a dream, the irresistible scent drew the man to a beautiful tree where dark pink flowers with delicate centers called to him, waiting to be plucked. one blossom stood out, untouched by the rain, glowing as if lit from within. the man held the fragile flower ever-so-gently in his hand with no memory of how it got there.

the man walked back to his cottage, lay down upon his bed and lightly began stroking its petals. he teased the center nibs, feeling them become erect under his fingertips. softly he stroked the deepest center of the bloom. a small sigh caused petals to flutter. the man could not resist licking the deep center with the tip of his tongue. a sweet nectar began to flow and, greedily, he licked every drop.

the man became intoxicated by the heady scent of musk and the ambrosia upon his tongue. closing his eyes for just a moment, the man opened them upon a wondrous sight. next to him lay a beautiful woman. her luscious pink lips smiled at him. they kissed, igniting the fires of a fierce passion. there was no choice but to give themselves over to their desire.

long slow kisses… licking… tasting… nibbling. hungry for more. hands exploring… caressing… stroking… pleasuring one another. their bodies joined. passion grew until it could be contained no longer. an explosion shook their world leaving them spent, content in each other’s arms.

the man was awakened by sunlight streaming through the windows. next to him lay a dark pink blossom, wilted but still beautiful.

he smiled.

i apologize to anyone who commented on the original posting. i didn’t think of copying the comments before i deleted the original post. i hope you know how much i appreciated your comments.

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