| Poetry: Lust: A Glimpse (1/1) |
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A Glimpse (of a lover’s dream) Her slender figure held closely to the shadows of nights’ darkness, Kept from sight her presence emanated only by her soft, sensuous breaths, Restless of sleep gives cause to question reality, imagination and a vision, Like a torrid, raging river my blood pulsed heavily in my veins. Piercing darkness abruptly a glow from the hovering moon fell but a second, Her curvaceous, goddess aura seared my visceral mind forever, Her soft, rounded succulent lips ripped hidden desires from my pounding heart, Her longing, deep pools of desire fell hard upon my souls’ inner recesses. Slipping back into the emptiness of nights’ darkness I felt only her essence, Laying next and upon me the warmth of her soft, serene skin coupled us, Her roundness pressed hard while my mouth gave entrance to her quest, Destiny guided her searching hand as a cloaked door opened with my silent touch. The endlessness of time now wrestled the furry of an encompassing passion, Like the mysterious winds of change her silken hair painted oceanic waves upon my face, Rhythmically the gentleness of her hands forced mine into her grasp of elated captivity, Our melding aromatic scents joined us into one corporal soul of consummate fervor. Her mounted want steadfastly falls, piercing deep into my accepting, embracing eyes, Like the blinding light of a new born star erupting around the catalyst of a dream, Her unrestrained bliss emitted firm, gripping pulses energizing the surrounding darkness, Echoing through the walls into night her enchanted song of delight haunted stillness The elixirs of our surrendered entities mingled softly becoming a strong robust potion, Like a shallow pool of warm spring waters comfort surrounded our creation, Both fear and joy fell upon me as her skilled hands touch each of my wounds of old, Each jagged scar dissipated into nothingness while she slid from my presence Left only with unanswered questions to ponder and wonderments to perceive, Lighting a nearby candle I felt hope encompass doubt squeezing its power away, There upon the table lay paper with writing from hand, yet not of my memory, A few simple words were laid bare “is this MY DREAM OR is it HIS?” |
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so well written