I can see without looking
your expression of liquid imaginations,
a wide awake dream of musky essences
and sweet ambrosial delights.
Your breath on my neck
warm in the sighing arousal,
ragged as a staccato fugue
of violin flavored voices.
Moonlit stripes across bare skin
like the bars of a musical score,
being written
moment by moment
touch by touch
kiss by kiss...
the crescendo of release
a sonata of the divine.
Moves the very strings of one's heart and sets the soul on fire. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, such words arise within my heart and your sing to me! I hear the voices, and the strings... What passion your words do bring! Graeat Write Tracey! ! ! -Kelly.