You wait without affectation
or passionate plumage,
as I savour every part
of your regally resplendent carriage.
But then, ah,
you move closer
like a willow tree,
softly swaying under zephyr's whispers
and the purity of such subtle grace
ignites flames within my soul.
Your body,
in all it's majesty
ripples across my eyes,
like mirages on heated days.
My world quivers
in anticipation
and my soul trembles.
I submerge myself
into depths of ecstacy
and in precious caresses
we are one.
Author notes
2. Naked
by Manuel Bandeira
When you are dressed,
Nobody imagines
The worlds hidden
Under your clothes.
(Thus, in the day light,
We do not have notion
Of the stars that shine
In the deep sky.
But naked is the night
And naked in the night,
Vibrate your worlds
And the worlds of the night.
Your knees shine.
Your navel shines,
Shines all your
Abdominal lyre.
Your exiguous bosoms
- As two small fruits
in the firmness
Of your firm torso
- Your bosom shines)
Ah! Your hard nipples!
Your back!
Your flanks!
Ah, your shoulders!
When naked, your eyes
Become naked also:
Your gaze lingers longer,
Slower, more liquid.
Then, within those eyes,
I float, swim, jump,
Lower in a perpendicular
Diving!
I dive to the depths
Of your being, there where
Your soul smiles at me,
Naked, naked, naked.
A contest entry
- Naked… Manuel Bandeira… by Peteskid.
1000 points, ended April 21, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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Simply splendid...adoration from a caring heart needs no affectation so true; and an inner person is the object too, unadorned; giving and bending to the winds such beautiful imagery and passionate expression here, and wonderful depth...so very well done...PK
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