The Feather Ball (Erotic Love Poem)
I invite you, my love, to the feathered ball,
Where Adam will stitch your costume with care.
Wear it sweetly, please, above all,
For it always drives my mind elsewhere.
Recline on the couch, stretch out with grace,
Let me admire your mountain and vale.
Let me relive my luck in this place,
To know that you’re mine, beyond the pale.
With grandeur, I gaze, kneeling before,
I take my feathered touch in my hand.
Close your eyes, and I’ll set the rhythm’s core,
As I play upon your dream-like land.
The feather’s breath, light and warm, it glides,
Across your feet, your ankles, and knees,
The path leads on with a chariot of fire,
Fueling desires with the sweetest tease.
I marvel at the purple valley of dreams,
Yet hold back, for it’s not my path today,
Continuing my journey across your skin,
I honor the peaks along the way.
I climb with the feather, eyeing the peak,
Does it signal victory, glorious and bright?
I search for the path where goosebumps speak,
Breathing a sparkling song on your ribs so light.
A burning kiss is sprinkled in your armpit,
A waking cry, a passionate shout.
You pull a strand of hair from my fit,
The final touch, ready to break out.
I gently cascade back to your Valley’s fold,
Opening like a sunflower to the light.
The feather now dances, free and bold,
As your desires rise, reaching their height.
