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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279
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Veracity 1. Therefore let love crest these high seas, (in those rose-colored hours before the dawn), for consciousness is but a captive amongst the whitecaps that are thee. Swelling caresses and clandestine kisses lead to the moist, (fawn and cinnamon), cradles of your skin, where I'd compose a melody, filled with longing. Let quaver the unvocal hymn of upwelling, as need disgorges its cadence, in alliterations my body can scarcely suffer. 2. As hushed as a sigh, my hands arise, to weigh the cadence of loneliness. In the Cimmerian, maundering nichés of the body, (damp and drunk betwixt thighs of dream), I unchaste myself, like a bevy of geese, arcing above the lithesome canopy of the woodlands. 3. Guided by the wrists from the fonts of naiveté, my soul is a raven flagon you’d lift to swill. Calenture is severe, the way it seeps in, and grants wantonness. Like the tepidness that cleanses my lips when we kiss. 4. Let winters’ empress move restlessly upon a sole theme, moored to these andiron gates of need. Slumped into a bitumen silence, I’ll ascertain how to restrain the broad day, and luxuriate in just such moments. 5. Toward it, into it, so earnestly I would go. Let tenderness rupture my heart into rhythm. Allow wants' esurient hinterlands to fasten upon caliginous eyes, (that know naught but-love), and there I'll lightly hold the thumping of your shadow, though it be cradled by the loveliness that is thee. 6. Moreover, as you braid this wantonness, into a drawn-out groans, the timbre of tenderness constricts, push by push. Let your fingers cavort, impetuous and quick, along the autumn metaphors of my body. In decadent rapture I’d be shackled, ‘til need and want are but one, and a reverberating resonance bathes the milky deceptions of nearing winter. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Kevin~ Just the perfect warm word-art that I needed to read on this night of chill~ It a pillow-hugger kinda read~  This is ever so lovely~ A balm to keep me comfortably warm for the night~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
EV... What exhilarating rhythm pulsed throughout this superb write. I think you nailed it!  Wonderful write.TD |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Kevin....So very sensually appealing!! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oooh Kevin...softly sensual.. and very very much enjoyed!! Hugs~Nancy In the midst of winter, |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
This is a good poem and I especially love the ending.. Let your fingers cavort, impetuous and quick, along the autumn metaphors of my body. In decadent rapture I’d be shackled, ‘til need and want are but one, and a reverberating resonance bathes the milky deceptions of nearing winter. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
My heart be still! Pitter patter! Pitter patter! I was literally swept away by the sway and rhythm of your empassioned words. You elevate romantic poetry to a fine art form! It is such a thrill to read the sweet spill from thy loving quill.  Linda |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Beautiful read Kevin. I love it. Welcome back home for you have been missed. :-) |
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