My love is a night filled with fireflies,
like light anchored in darkness,
like fog clinging to the early morning sun,
like the red embers of a forgotten flame,
like paper hearts on Valentine's Day.
My love is bloodied by angry passion,
the rage of a river winding through a canyon,
the howl of the wind when it crosses the sky,
the torrent of rain during a lightning storm,
the purple hues of a bruise not yet visible.
My love is laced with the sweet bite of poison,
the beating of blood as it travels from the heart to the head,
the gentle flutter of butterflies as it caresses the stomach,
the beads of sweat on the temples,
the sweet lanolin scent of innocent skin.
My love is a fullness of the soul,
the completeness of placing a last puzzle piece,
the check-mate of a game well played
the quiet breeze across the ocean,
the anticipation of a night yet fulfilled.
My love is a form of willing submission,
the tightness of satin rope around the wrists,
the crack of a whip against the skin,
the surprise of claw marks on the back,
the yielding petals of a blossom.
My love simply is.
Author notes
My love cannot be described with simple words. But I have tried, and this comes far below the mark. I could describe it forever, in a thousand different ways.
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Comments
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Wow. That is simply.....amazing!!! You did a stunning job on this!
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Your love is incredibly complex! With regards to your author notes: each line gives a new meaning to your love, and the effortless of the flow makes it easy to believe that you could in fact, go on forever. If you did, I would still be reading, as the imagery was compelling and kept me interested to the last line, which concluded the whole piece nicely. Very well written. Your love, is lovely
I am sure the Almighty Mongoose approves!
David.
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