Within wispy whirls of a moist Spring wind
I see you wavering with wisteria blossoms
in a milky white gown as your auburn hair flows.
I love the ghost like softness of your presence
and come closer to see the wild azure within your eyes
The soft ambrosia of your silky skin draws me to you.
This has to be the love of the century I whisper
as your magic gives me the blissful wings
of a butterfly fluttering cautiously close.
I hear the portending in my head, the ominous
breath of an inner dragon who knows the duality
of falling in love with such a femme fatal.
Holding you in my arms I kiss your vestal lips
and swell in delightful masculinity as cosmic
lights shimmer excitedly in the diaphanous night.
This is love so strong that it is spiritual
and the pure rapture of your pristine beauty
rocks me with the sea breeze blowing off the ocean.
There need be no silver lining to this grandiose amour
I am lost in torrents of passion well beyond true joy.
Touching you in the midnight glow of pure ecstasy.
Our bed has become the pantheon where pleasure flows
from the juice of wild grapes we trample as wine
in a vat of celestial desire I've never felt before.
I see you wavering with wisteria blossoms
in a milky white gown as your auburn hair flows.
I love the ghost like softness of your presence
and come closer to see the wild azure within your eyes
The soft ambrosia of your silky skin draws me to you.
This has to be the love of the century I whisper
as your magic gives me the blissful wings
of a butterfly fluttering cautiously close.
I hear the portending in my head, the ominous
breath of an inner dragon who knows the duality
of falling in love with such a femme fatal.
Holding you in my arms I kiss your vestal lips
and swell in delightful masculinity as cosmic
lights shimmer excitedly in the diaphanous night.
This is love so strong that it is spiritual
and the pure rapture of your pristine beauty
rocks me with the sea breeze blowing off the ocean.
There need be no silver lining to this grandiose amour
I am lost in torrents of passion well beyond true joy.
Touching you in the midnight glow of pure ecstasy.
Our bed has become the pantheon where pleasure flows
from the juice of wild grapes we trample as wine
in a vat of celestial desire I've never felt before.
Author notes
wispy, wisteria,milky, white,portending, dragon,silky, ambrosia, azure,century, magic, blissful, century,portend, dragon, duality,femme fatal,vestal, delightful, masculinity,cosmic, diaphanous,pristine, sea breeze, ocean,silver, grandiose, torrents,midnight, pantheon,
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A contest entry
- THE PERFECT LOVER by liquidmindforever.
600 points, ended May 28, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WOW
Where do I begin? You displayed love is such an amazing way. Full of in-depth imagery and emotion. This was great!

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Exciting. Creative. Alluring.
Dear Poet,
Thank you for entering my contest: THE PERFECT LOVER.
Your flair is enchanting...exactly what I'm looking
for in this challenge.
Please look at "whispy" as it is spelled in the
author's notes; you spelled it correctly inside of the poem.
Imaginative. Flamboyant. Deliciously sensual.
Overall you've met my requirements and perhaps a
little beyond.
Pleased to have your entry.
LOVELIGHTPEACE
liquid


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"Within wispy whirls of a moist Spring wind
I see you wavering with wisteria blossoms
in a milky white gown as your auburn hair flows."
beautiful alliteration


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This is beautiful, filled with fluid motion, color, love and sensuality. There is a softness about this poem that will make a woman look up and take notice.
Love,
Amera♥






