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little white lie
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moans on the wind, sounds out of sight.
voyage supple, a reach, to touch that velvet night.
candles flicker and ease her out of her slumber.
feelings luminescence in the moon’s spell, she is cast under.
guided by the shadows of physical mysteriousness.
her eyes gazing starlight and mythical seriousness.
her soul exposed in the black of night and what she denies.
what tales of love are read into her submissive eyes?
a scent caressed in that place together are the flower and the vine.
yet, still she yearns from the hunger, it is Oh, so divine!
soft sigh’s seep as if to weave a web of desires.
secret magic fantasies awaken her furtive fires.
satin pink transverse and skim trembling lips.
soft whimpers dampen across those fingertips.
explore vulnerable petals strewn gently in the night air.
ecstasy nearly reached and paradise lies within, is she almost there?
at the sound of apex she loses all resolve the night cannot help but listen.
merge in, play on, soft skin her symphony glides, as she begins to glisten.
outside love's embrace create with the wind moans of her still haunting little white lie.
the lonely world still spins as her silky soft dream of love discreetly flutters by.
Beautifully Subtle and Voluptuous...:-)
Beautifully Subtle and Voluptuous,
This poem sounds so voluptuous and subtle and gives me a feelin' of love bein' so rich and full of beauty,yet is fleetin',so like an intangible dream;impossible to keep,only its own force...sad is love...:-(
Regards,
David:-)...
very sensuous and
very sensuous and feminine...even in it's format as the 'curves of a woman'. nice!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you
this was inspired by "Lonely is the Night" by Billy Squier, don't know how it evolved to this ... glad you enjoyed.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot