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so fleeting
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she once declared
she would give anything to be enticed
it was her vow of choice,
she turned away to illustrate
she deploys carelessness and just smiles
an image that exhibits her poise
made that connection I with you
your breasts heave with heavy breath
let her become the flow
that washes
pleasure there again
willing and warm
until she is assured that all is surreptitious
returned to giver with radiance and sumptuousness
consenting insinuation to reveal
a lustful need, that will not conceal
sigh at her target with such a plan
he takes her, as a woman, she really needs a man
using many an amusement, through the lesson
he will precisely induce so much to savor
in pleasures seduction elixirs turns the muses musk’s into flavors
bound so forcefully together, who could not oblige
she longs-for the lashing with each moist surge
that slither down, it is a sign
break out; you can be divine
her mind it is designed
she will sigh to sense his core inside
the distant echoing tempest crash
and now two bodies bond
four thighs are well to reap
lust is at each signal, as every part can feel
a feeling that just makes her hushed heart hum
she is possessed
yes, sweet surrender is anything but tender
nevertheless, so fleeting is la petit morte
As always, great resolve! And
As always, great resolve! And yet beckons the question: which and who is the one that is truly in control? Great piece.
To be reborn, one must live
To be reborn, one must live through the fire...become the fire. I enjoyed this write 9inety...in my own way. I have no clue though, what it means to you... LOL But for myself, it is very deep, and speaks of a redemptive fire of which only another like myself would have a clue of. But this is poetry, is it not? ~peace~
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...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. "
redemptive fire
what yearning of yours needs to cleansed by fire, it is poetry,poetry inspired by recent question you posed @ lusts is lust love is love.
I don't know you so you were not the subject. It was drawn from my very distant past. I never know what I may invoke with my meager words. I am just relieved that the reader takes away a feeling of their own.
I am glad you enjoyed
Peace
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Most people like to think in
Most people like to think in terms of themselves being 'good' or 'bad' and in need of redemption or not....but my own way of life is that all people are in constant renewal. We must be constantly renewed and redeemed in order to have any real purity about who we are...because we are certainly not our personalities....we are so much more, but so few people ever go through an initial 'fire' of purification, and yet, the majority of folk consider themselves 'good' or 'bad', when indeed we all are, and will forever be (as long as they are in human form) both!
You're poem, although may be very personal to you...is every woman in the world.
Is that more easily understood, now? Oh, do tell please?? Tell me more tell me more, kind sir. ;-)
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...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. "
seems I've tapped into
something evocative here..
I may have to work on the fire side of the equationPeace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Thanks, Dylan. I enjoyed the
Thanks, Dylan. I enjoyed the poem (one I will read over I am sure --- I'm on the 3rd read now) Good luck!
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...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. "