Open Poetry #23 |
The Skin of the One I may Love |
naphoria2k2 New Member
since 2002-10-16
Posts 4 |
Satin, so soft, yet so delicate that the hands of a Children could destroy its grandeur. Of every thought that meanders its passage through My head, I find myself returning to her soft, Beautiful, and fragrant skin. Her sultry curves, and coaxing voice, Ring like immense booms of sonic deception. I entreat to embrace in it again, Like a blanket of refuge, And whenever I do, I descry the lone heart, That I’ve secluded into the depths of my entity, And the fervor feels like blessings from a higher deus. She makes my mind as sovereign as the expanse of The plains, My strength becomes that of mountains, And every time the wind wisps her name; It rattles like blood in my veins. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
'I descry the lone heart' That line - you really have something with that line Naphoria... K |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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