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Lying in bed, holding off reality,
I’m caught in the cozy place
between dream and fantasy.
Heart slowing back to a walk,
I’m wondering,
does it get any better than this?
A lingering taste,
the man-woman scent
hovering in the air,
is it any wonder
the mind’s eye is still open,
watching what is past?
How astonishing, the way the brain
lays a path to a woman’s senses
so they remain heightened and alive,
though the moment is now
only a sweet memory.
His body, all warm and sensual,
enfolds this one
as he sleep-sighs here,
next to me in the afterglow.
C.J. Heck
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Vincent James Turner (12/2/2006 12:04:00 PM)
Hey C.J nice to see a post of yours again, the poem itself is tender and the rhymign scheme help the poem to flow in a sensual, warm way.;
I like the way you can change from writing poetry for kids, and also able to pen more mature poems, you have a real gift.
by the way if you have a chance check out my Ode the the aftergow, covering the same theme as yours in a differernt style, seems we are both lucky at the moment! ! ! !
best wishes
Robin Turner |
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