Monday, February 3, 2014

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Inspired by the poetry of my muse~
                                                      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…  

 

9 comments:

  1. Andrea, you really have a talent for writing about desire.

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  2. The desire can never be masked from a lover's eye

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    1. so true...it will be found out very easy...if the lover is taking notice...if they really love her....
      nothing remains
      hidden
      long...

      hey you...smiles.

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  3. very sensuous... "I want to see you as your lovers do" - Chalk Farm

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  4. True love cant hide........ I shows in our face .................

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  5. the texture of joy...i like...and yeah... it cannot be hidden long... good to see you andrea

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  6. A very sensual and sensitive write! Beautiful.

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  7. A beauty!My favourite lines-"Want cradles desire

    yet to be named.

    Fascination and wonder

    fiercely alive again." :-)

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