Fantasies of Lost Loves and Lovers
We all experience various emotions especially in relationships. Different moods and feelings and this poetry runs the gamut of spiritual inner awareness to outright erotica...
A Sensual Encounter...
If time allowed
I would you kiss
From head to toe
Every crack and crevice
Till you would cry
And moan in delight
You would caress
My body fair
And press
Your lips upon my skin
Till every part of me
Opened to receive
You
Then in motion quite sublime
Our bodies joined
Reaching to ecstatic heights
Again and again
I would you kiss
From head to toe
Every crack and crevice
Till you would cry
And moan in delight
You would caress
My body fair
And press
Your lips upon my skin
Till every part of me
Opened to receive
You
Then in motion quite sublime
Our bodies joined
Reaching to ecstatic heights
Again and again
Faint Shadows...
Faint shadows
Return once more
To mist the sight of my beloved
In memory alone he comes
The sweetness of his breath.
His arms enfold me
His hands caress my breasts
Oh how I wish he still were here
Return once more
To mist the sight of my beloved
In memory alone he comes
The sweetness of his breath.
His arms enfold me
His hands caress my breasts
Oh how I wish he still were here
For Nothing Remains
Above me I see your eyes
Filled with love
Words inside my heart.
My mind is blank.
Your eyes are a camera
Reflecting me
A thousand times and more.
Nowhere to go
Nothing remains.
The green trees sigh
Their branches droop
It is over
I am too
Filled with love
Words inside my heart.
My mind is blank.
Your eyes are a camera
Reflecting me
A thousand times and more.
Nowhere to go
Nothing remains.
The green trees sigh
Their branches droop
It is over
I am too
Your Beauty
I gaze upon you
My eyes drink in your beauty
The full roundness of your bosom
Your long white limbs.
I stroke you with my eyes
And twine my tresses round your neck
Deeper and tighter till you are dead
Gone you are from my sight
Gone the days of yore
You are dead to me
My eyes drink in your beauty
The full roundness of your bosom
Your long white limbs.
I stroke you with my eyes
And twine my tresses round your neck
Deeper and tighter till you are dead
Gone you are from my sight
Gone the days of yore
You are dead to me
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