His words dance and rise with grace upon the page,
beckoning to my heart ... his invitation for desires to engage.
His rhymes enchant me ... their promises to entice and linger,
his verses slide golden rings of love gently 'round my fingers.
I long to see love ... through his poetic, gifted, eyes,
to share his vision, his dreams, to then see where my future lies.
To know his secrets ... to touch the core of his soul's essence,
to be consumed and contented by the grace of his poetic presence.
Just to know the gifts of his passion's pleasures,
to touch, to taste ... to discover his many sensual treasures.
Should fate grant this chance ... his every fantasy I wish to fulfill,
would my dreams come true as this desire overtakes my will.
By his every word conceived ... I am captivated,
Transfixed on his offerings ... I am fascinated.
Baptize me in the sweet depths of his poetic cascade,
I surrender to the temptations as all my resistance fades.
Drawn to his poetic promise ... this offering on bended knee.
An invitation to taste contentment ... a chance to dance with ecstasy.
Temptation and fascination ... born of desperation and desire.
To just once ... be touched like this ... to just once be taken higher.
Do I look to the stars for the answers ... does the moon know where my heart lies.
Will there be anything left of me ... once I drown in the depths of his eyes.
Does the sun know the secrets ... will the mist of morn whisper what I should do.
Will I be able to find my way back to me ... once I fall any deeper into you.
I have a project that may take me from here for a little while ...
a new job of sorts ...
I will still be stopping into read ...
but may not have time to reply as much I love
please understand E-mail replies may be slow in returning.
please forgive my silence ... and know I'd rather be here.
my love to all in poetry land
[This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 10-20-2000).]