Tranquility
The vision of you dances my senses
Serenity
As a cool autumn morn
I breathe you deep
Beauty
Inviting, yet repelling
Impassive to my touch
Never knowing my lips on yours
Women
Imperfection to its degree
The quietude of her longing
Unmatched by her complete trust in you
The crushed blossom yields forth her fragrance
Unmerited as I am
To so much as gaze upon her petals
God, I thank thee
For letting us be
For bringing us
Together
In the beauty of the night
Where layers shed with gentle strokes
And glistening streams are softly coaxed
Bosoms heave and voices moan
Shivers in warmth, till paroxysm prevails
Flavor her sweet murmurings as the first flake of snow
Driven to the brink and beyond
Pulsing to the rhythm of nature
Her serenade of euphoric trembling
Sends our bodies over the edge
Beholding my lover in the throes
I perceive a pale lily in the morn of spring
Ravished by a cold winter's breeze
Gem drops run down her gentle face
To glisten in the fire of my yearning
And quench my burning thirst
As the sun rays kiss the sky
I sooth her trembling form
Sleep dearest, sleep
Lay your head in immortal bliss
Close your eyes and drift to Heaven
And let it take your breath away
Author notes
This was originally written for someone, but it came out SO differently than how it was suppose to turn out. So this is NOT dedicated to anyone in particular.
Inspired by Rina.
Adapted from true accounts.
Please tell me what you think
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What, what-what WHAT!!??!
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Freak out! It's just a poem.
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Gosh, it's superb!
Inspired by Rina? Now that gives this poem a certain oddity. And, "adapted from true accounts"?
But putting that thought aside, I say I'd still put it in my favorites even if it dunked my head into the toilet bowl!
For that, I give you three grinning faces with arms sticking out of their heads. I know, I know, it's supposed to be applause. *sigh*
I'll read it so much, I'll have it memorized by -- no, don't worry, I won't read it that much.
See, these are the kind of poems that make mine look like a piece of doggie's poo. Your poems have soul to them; mine are just words and ideas. Told you I have a hard time expressing. Maybe I can express some things, but with other things, I just can't find words beautiful or terrible enough to describe it.
I have a poetry IQ of, hmmm, I'll go ahead and give myself a 9. You must be over 150, I'd say.
Here, I end my rant. Good luck with the rest of your poetry.
♥ <---- give those to your future girlfriend for me and tell her I say she's VERY VERY lucky.
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Wha?
You misunderstand me. The 'inspired by Rina' part was like three lines. The 'adapted from true accounts' was like another three lines. And those two are from totally different time periods. (In other words, no, me and Rina most absolutely do NOT have a 'thing' going, if that's what it sounded like)
And what's this about your poems looking like doggie poo? You underestimate your rich poetic gift that never ceases to stun me with fresh awe at your ability with words. And such a way with words...sigh...
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No future girlfriend? So, you wish to be alone, do you? Ah well. Suits yourself..
And I didn't misunderstand you. I was only joking. You never seem to know when I'm joking.. hmph.
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