Be My Lover by Tony WhitakerI love a mountains winter face
My alpine bride to be
I live to stroke her silken trails
And hear her broken snow,
As though she softly whispers,
Caress my cool and velvet crust
And I shall sate your thirst to ski
Each turn I take effects a snake
As I tattoo her soft skin
And feel the pleasure
With each playful measure, then
Sense the coming, to our end
But then to mount her once again
I spy her splendor as we peak
And there be no measure
Which gives such pleasure
As my Alpine bride to be
12/14/2008 Author's Note: I love to ski. Though Colorado has the champagne snow, with Vail, Beaver Creek, Keystone and Snowmass as my favorites there. I am blessed to live in Switzerland where the views from these craggy,lofty peaks make you feel like making love.
Posted on 12/14/2008 Copyright © 2025 Tony Whitaker
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 12/14/08 at 05:20 PM Sounds magnificent! I have seen the Alps frm the windows of a train passing through. thanks for sharing! MFS |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/17/08 at 03:54 AM My father considered even a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of church going.
The Alps must then be like a trip to the Vatican! Wonderful, Tony! Thanks. |
Posted by Laura Doom on 12/17/08 at 02:14 PM I remember waking to the sight of the Matterhorn dripping strawberry sauce. Though I don't ski, the scenery of your words here makes me wonder why :> |
Posted by Alisa Js on 07/15/09 at 04:14 AM This one is beautiful.. all I need now is the companion...lol... a sexy one at that... alisa |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/03/09 at 05:35 PM I love your love affair with the mountain and her pleasure-giving skin. I don't think I have ever read a poem about skiing, so this one if a delightful revelation. Snow skiing is one of the things I wanted to do before I died, but now I am too fricking old and out of shape and would probably kill myself. But your poem helps me to take in that experience in a small but artful dose. Thanks, Tony. |
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