Sometimes when I hear your voice
I feel a sense of calmness wash over me
But then your honeyed sexy tones
Begin to stir my desire
When you tell me
I stir yours
Ah, and when you shift
From soft to edgy
And reflect on times gone by
Who you used to be
And how it made you
Who you are with me
You intensify the vibration
As you share a parcel of knowledge
Or a tiny taste of the ideas
You accumulated
In a life of seeing colors
That mark your destiny
Then there are the quiet times
After we make love
As I rest in the crook of your arm
And we share the throbs
Lingering inside of me
Your voice is different then
Bewitching me
As you speak of things
You pretend
You are to shy to say
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Kat Hudson
Eljekar
Darla Carmichael
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Elizabeth Priddy
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r
This is VERY VERY well written....very emotive....
Love it!
(I think that is a picture of me and my old man in the picture :) )
r
vouchsafed to you.
Its timbre resonating with the fullness and extent of your heart.
Stirring...bewitching...
teaching the mythology, the story, of the man
who throbs the most intimate regions of your
incarnated soul.
Colors " that mark your destin(ies)" combined
& made to shine.
~R~
~R~
What a lucky, lovely couple...
savoring the honeyed richness outside of time itself ...
Well done, RP.
How beautiful, that sharing!
blessings,
What exquisitely beautiful poetry!
Now don't get me wrong. It's a wonderful poem and it sure has worked the magic that your poetry always does! It's just that this one has got me thinking and feeling all sorts of things that ... well ...
Oh, anyway ... LUCKY YOU!!!!
Honestly, RP ... I am so happy for you.
Much love.