Eyes closed, offered to your splendour
Naked skin, caressed by your heat
Moaning, sighing, enchanted by your gift
Languorously nurtured, warmed, and bedazzled
Needing, loving, yearning for you
Possessed at dawn, noon, and in the crimson hours
Core opening under your exquisite glow
Heart beats, life awakens, petals open
Mind wanders, dreams flow, hope blossoms
9 comments:
Hola. yo te escribo en español. la fotografía es especial, da la sensación de que la primavera, la flor, los pétalos, son más grandes que el mismo sol. Y es realmente al contrario. Somos pequeños ante la Naturaleza. saludos al secret garden
Ah yes Frenchy . . . Things always seem so much brighter and hopeful when the sun shines . . . Beautiful! Ciao
Hola John! Gracias para tu comentario. Entiendo español, pero es muy imperfecto. Si, somos muy pequenos, especialmente despues de veer lo que ha sido en Japon. Saludos del jardin! :)
Snake - Aren't we all the same?
Beautiful -- the photo and the words.
Beautiful words. Hope blossoms indeed.
"Heart beats, life awakens, petals open Mind wanders, dreams flow, hope blossoms."
Oh such nice words that evoke a warm fuzzy feeling.
Beautiful poem...soft, yet sensual... thank-you. :)
Well, thank you, my friends, I am still shy about poetry writing :)
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