Fugitive Fragments

by Mike McGuire

Spice

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I shut my eyes and wait till you draw near,
My senses vie for auras you’ll dispense;
I do not feel for pulse or strain to hear,
Your first trace comes, as always, from a scent.
Just now an almond air breathes to my face
With trace of mace and aloe tint discrete;
Your glow is garnished ginger interlaced
With atoms from pomanders tart and sweet.
Then musky lust intoxicates like mead,
Your cayenne bite spurs urges to the breach;
Wild spikenard ushers pestled cumin seed
That bathes the tender nub on cloven peach. 
I lick the sweat that sheens your cinnamon skin
This tactile taste supplants the scents within.

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52 thoughts on “Spice

  1. This is a wildcard entry to your wonderful world of poesy mike…spice makes for a heady cocktail of scents , tastes and spirits that takes the reader on a trip to you know where… Let the brew keep flowing…all the best…

  2. Intense and sensual. I love it!
    Lots of love

  3. Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.

  4. very sensual indeed. well done

  5. Heady and intense. Like synesthesia. When the novel and consequent movie Perfume came out, people always referred to it as “writing the unwriteable” and “filming the unfilmable”, if the whole story revolves on assembling the “perfect fragrance”. Well. You have also written the unwriteable here. I was captured by my own memories triggered by the scents. And of course, the rhythm and rhyme was sublime. :)

    • Wow. Your interpretation has succeeded in penetrating to a level that even this poet didn’t consider. Had I seen the theme as you have deemed it I probably would have dumped it in the ‘too hard’ basket at the outset! This is a heady compliment Iris and I thank you sincerely.

  6. Oh my… I think I pierced my lip on a cumin seed! Wow Mike… That was sublimely scentsual!

    • Yours is an opinion that I’m very glad to have Megan as this is me losing my virginity in the genre of erotic poetry. Your own work played no small part in tempting me to try it (you’re the sort of girl my mother told me not to hang with and here’s the proof). So my special thanks to you for this validation MK.

  7. spicey in a most sensual display of colors in one’s mind as we( I) drift through
    the energy…
    spice of life is very nice!
    I like this …!
    Take Care You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

  8. Your gift with words evoke visualizations imbued with sensual prowess….very powerful…intoxicating is the word I shall chose to sum up! That and I shall never…ever think of spices the same again…

  9. monocochlearmutineer on said:

    ‘Tis a most intoxicating brew indeed!
    I hope you don’t mind, but I shared this poem with a group called ‘Sexxxuelle Poetry’ on Google Plus, with the following caption:
    ‘This should set your senses on fire,
    a pungent poem by Michael McGuire…’

  10. randomblurting on said:

    This sets all my senses on fire.. amazing balance of spices and eroticism. EXCELLENT :)

  11. A sonnet demonstrating perfection in olfaction (our olfactory cells are fast at regenerating – keeping those memories so intensely yet elusively alive).

  12. Great sensual post. Really created a vivid feeling.

  13. A beautiful melding of the senses.

  14. I don’t think the word “Spicy” has ever suited an erotic poem as well as this one. Well done!

  15. Your choice of using taste,smells and scents with this poem is outstanding. Like making a recipe all the flavors build and play of each other to make one taste .with hints of others.With true intimacy and or love.It takes building off each others,tastes,loves,little things that merge together to make one.Beautiful

  16. Spicy! Now I’m hungry :-P

  17. Heartafire on said:

    is it hot in here? Nicely done, Mike.

  18. Delicious and sensual … yum

  19. Excellent poem!

    It totally captures the sensation one feels when one captures the alluring scent of some women.

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