thank you for the editing help~
The shift has become her
and she, powerless
has decided to ponder surrender.
Beneath veiled eye
of a shadowed moon.
Two bodies interlaced
into dawn’s breaking rays.
Time spent binding souls
broken pieces of lives.
That simply drained
and could never be filled.
Footsteps now soft
bare feet and naked skin.
Adorned with nothing
but the scent of lust.
Want cradles desire
yet to be named.
Fascination and wonder
fiercely alive again.
Blush upon cheeks
musky scents.
Sweat upon skin
this is the texture of joy.
She wants to scream
but cannot.
Will not
and still she is at peace.
She knows…
none of this can she hide
from her lover’s eyes…
Andrea, you really have a talent for writing about desire.
ReplyDeleteThe desire can never be masked from a lover's eye
ReplyDeleteso true...it will be found out very easy...if the lover is taking notice...if they really love her....
Deletenothing remains
hidden
long...
hey you...smiles.
very sensuous... "I want to see you as your lovers do" - Chalk Farm
ReplyDeleteTrue love cant hide........ I shows in our face .................
ReplyDeleteAn intimate and lovely poem!
ReplyDeletethe texture of joy...i like...and yeah... it cannot be hidden long... good to see you andrea
ReplyDeleteA very sensual and sensitive write! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA beauty!My favourite lines-"Want cradles desire
ReplyDeleteyet to be named.
Fascination and wonder
fiercely alive again." :-)