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Thoughts On The Terrace |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada 
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 ~*~ Thoughts On The Terrace ~*~As I sit fanning myself on the terrace, My fragile, alabaster body warming, I smile. A purring kitten, having so softly been stroked. Only minutes ago, I stroked your silken hair. Now words of love come to me like shooting stars. ~ * ~ Outside the sky is ablaze in swirls of golden passion, Inside vanilla candlelight, illuminates my heart. Gentle breezes softly flicker love's light and whispers, Reminders of your passion, your molten lava touch, So softly flowing, and exploring me in shivers. ~ * ~ On hand-woven satin sheets, so sensually smooth, So fresh, cool, seductive, scented of fresh meadows, Melodies had played in our minds like a symphony, First the strings, the woods, and ultimately percussion. ~ * ~ I smile again as I write down words of my love, My pen glides along as water flows, by scented candlelight. My heart records our romantic days, romantic nights. Urgent to make it indelible somehow in my mind forever. ~ * ~ Such erotic thoughts now take hold and guide my pen, I recall your loving but urgent exploration, Through my valleys, caverns, and finally to my heart. Passion erupted, with a deafening thunder. Pink flesh on flesh melting, ordained as one. ~ * ~ I trace my breast and I can almost feel you. A wisp of wind feels like your cool breath. I shiver in my impish thought's delight. My sanity is forgotten for just an instant. Unwillingly, I look upon your sleeping grace. ~ * ~ Your azure deep blue eyes, now closed and yet... They are penetrating, beckoning and drawing me in. They rest on me nakedness, savoring, I want your hungry but sweet touches. ~ * ~ I look at every inch of you with pure love. Your smooth, sinewy body, and closed gentle eyes. I close my journal of love that I write for you, And like liquid, I slide in beside you. I sigh, as when I think of us, it is never enough! ~ * ~ And as I slowly blow out the candles, I see you smile as if you too are dreaming? Feeling the need of our relentless passion, I can't help myself - I smile that impish grin you love, And begin to blow, ever so softly in your ear. ~*~ *sigh* ~ *wink* ~*~ Painting by Sir Edward James Poynter 1836-1919) English (On The Terrace) ~*~A poet is someone who reads more than they write ~*~ [This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 03-19-2001).] |
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windwarrior_RJ Junior Member
since 2001-03-10
Posts 28California |
Ah, a very senuously penned poem of great beauty. Very nice. RJ |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
It's almost like you wright from another age in time. Emily Bronte and Emily Dickinson would be jealous and rightly so. You write so well of paintings, a craft I have yet to develope. *Sigh* "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(sigh) This was so romantic and lovely! Your love shines in this beautiful poem! Sir Edward James Poynter is such a beautiful painter indeed, and your poem reflects it's beauty! May true love forever blossom in your heart! You have such a beautiful heart, dear friend, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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KokoStewartKoomoa Senior Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 580Waikiki, Hawaii |
What a fabulous poem!!!! I am going to have to try to meditate a picture and try to do that as well, but I rather doubt I can do it. You mastered this! What a beautiful piece and I am keeping this! You amaze me GF!  Passion,imagination |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
An extremely sensual piece, Mysteria! It is quite Victorian in feel yet more explicit than that era would allow to occur on paper. Enjoyed the read even though there were 2 or 3 places where I could not quite understand what you were trying to say. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Windwarrior: Thank you so much for reading this rather long tale. Julian: Surely you jest right? You just named one of my favorite poets, so if you are serious I am honored to even have my name in the same sentence. Misletoe Angel: How very lovely and kind are your words; they made me smile and that does not happen often enough. Thank you sweet lady. Koko: Just look at the picture, wonder what they are thinking and write. Or...look at the picture and wonder what the painter was thinking either way art is truly an inspiration for me to write, and I use art all the time, try it - you'll like it  )VAS: Thank you for taking the time to read my poem, I am so sorry you got lost reading it, as that sure throws off the feel of it doesn't it? |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mysteria~ I do not know where I was when this first surfaced ~ but I'm sure pleased that I found it just now~ Such a pleasurable and easily followed read~ My, how lovely it is ... just flows down the page and straight into my heart. Yeppers, art can bring tremendous inspiration and you captured this piece perfectly. 'My heart records our romantic days, romantic nights. Urgent to make it indelible somehow in my mind forever.' Sighhhhhhhhhh !  ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Marge: thanks, so glad you liked it. I love writing on art, and do it too often. |
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