Removing the little lace dress with its white hem I place it back on its chair.

The white hem radiates slightly enticing my naked boyhood once more

With its lusciousness, a savannah of continuous beautiful evocation

I sit naked and watch the little lace dress with its white hem

See it become languorous and dreamlike

I smell the exotic flora of its continued subtle seduction

It ripples softly in a slight waft of air

Like a breath blowing on a still pond

I cannot resist it, I am the trance of its hypnosis

Nothing intervenes, nor tries to prevent me

As my fingers fall for its flirtations

Once more I acquiesce to the most wanted desire

Of the little lace dress with the white hem

To caress the body of a fifteen year old boy

To become a second skin

I allow it to slide over me seducing my senses

Realizing the counters of my thin syrup coloured form

The words whisper again about my girls’ complexion

About my long black hair, about the body I inhabit, the likeness of a girl

I look once more in the mirror, they could be correct

At Vernal equinox, the Sun crosses
over the plane of the Earth’s equator
and equalises the night and the day.
Then will the Emerald Dragon awaken
from his hibernation beneath the earth.
Rising in the jade forests of Ghizhou,
this yin creature transforms the cold, dead land.
Primal and powerful, he gathers the Qi;
melts the mountain snows to ribbons of fire
igniting the frosty hillsides to growth,
fuses each thing with verdant energy,
revives again the seed, renews the bulb,
sprouting tender shoots juice-rich and sap-full
Shy blossoms set to bloom and burst with fruit
Fresh scented breezes ruffle foliage
maiden ferns shiver with their thrill and ******
Grasses and reeds bedewed and beryline,
murmuring and humming low and dulcet,
dancing and swaying at the river’s edge.
Roots of every tree draw deep from the earth
Magnolia and Frangipani breathe
and pant out fragrant honeyed lusciousness
Spring sparks and quickens, kicks and is alive.

© M.L.Emmett

kurukshetra grey
but iridescent with the glory of all dreams combined
some omphalos of lusciousness still pumps
an umbilicus of sates
to broadening skies,
parhelion whims

At Vernal equinox, the Sun crosses
over the plane of the Earth’s equator
and equalises the night and the day.
Then will the Emerald Dragon awaken
from his hibernation beneath the earth.
Rising in the jade forests of Ghizhou,
this yin creature transforms the cold, dead land.
Primal and powerful, he gathers the Qi;
melts the mountain snows to ribbons of fire
igniting the frosty hillsides to growth,
fuses each thing with verdant energy,
revives again the seed, renews the bulb,
sprouting tender shoots juice-rich and sap-full
Shy blossoms set to bloom and burst with fruit
Fresh scented breezes ruffle foliage
maiden ferns shiver with their thrill and ******
Grasses and reeds bedewed and beryline,
murmuring and humming low and dulcet,
dancing and swaying at the river’s edge.
Roots of every tree draw deep from the earth
Magnolia and Frangipani breathe
and pant out fragrant honeyed lusciousness
Spring sparks and quickens, kicks and is alive.

© M.L.Emmett

She was wearing a long black dress
That revealed her delicate back
She had her hair in a ballerina like bun
Her luscious lips were red
Her lashes tall and dark
And her hazel eyes darkened with a touch of blackness.

He stood behind her
His eyes following her spine
Her skin looked delicate
She turned around
Her dress fell off
He approached her
He kissed her lusciousness
Caressed her indeed soft skin
He devoured her neck
He discovered her depth
Going into the wildness and out of it
Into the wildness and out of it
She let go of a breath
That caressed his neck
Like a sweet breeze.

As a breeze went by
She felt eyes ******* her
She turned around
He looked like a feline
Wild but beautiful
She looked him right in the eyes
Inviting herself into his wildness
But he could not approach
For lack of courage
She turns and walks away
Leaving the uncertainty of her softness
Lingering in his feral beauty.




- LynnAA

I love how your clothing
enfolds you, holds you
disguises yet reveals you
swaying curves, seductive
the tempting promise of yes
knowing what sweetness waits
my body responds eager
to the call of your lusciousness
the sultry turn of your lips
the rolling sway of your hips
how you use your finger tips
and when our bodies meet
the explosiveness and heat
for moments so complete
pleasurable pain, so very sweet

Prometheus, the joker, he
offered Zeus a choice of tributes:
An egg, a chocolate covered
With foil, the delicious covered
With the inedible or
Chicken wings; perhaps they were ribs,
The unpalatable concealed
Within the gratifying and
Delectable.

And, when given the same choice, I
Choose the charming, the beguiling,
The delightful exterior,
With unappealing core, rather
Than attempt to find that nugget,
Hidden within its thin veneer
And certainly worth the effort.
I find lusciousness is much more
Pleasurable.

The ****** and crinkle of tinsel-wrapped trinkets,
The colour of the rainbow, caressing the cataracts
Of milky sightless eyes.
Trinkets that glisten and glimmer,
Shining with promises of sweet delight.
****** aromas of vanilla and cinnamon,
Forever false, forever deceitful.
Molten chocolate, flowing and folding,
Fills the mouth with its delectable lusciousness
But it is nothing ashes.
And these ashes fill the mind and body
With doubts and fears and disgust,
Crippling, desensitizing,
Leaving the soul empty, a void.
Still the wrappers build up around me.