Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)


Adoration Ancient Digitized Translated - Poem by Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)

language of desire is timeless
thought fashions cultures
infatuate on differing concepts
defining erotic vogues...

youth who qualifies
who may look upon thee
requires a body
like an immortal god
to gain rare favour...

of looking gazing upon
esteemed desired beloved
which translates as he is a stud
bronzed wearing a six pack
packed like steroid overkill...

no foot fetish
but desire wants
to play a number on the ears
ears sweet tongue wishes to devour...

incredibly a smile is bestowed
a sweet smile which charms
which strikes bold venturing souls
with smitten wild alarm...

to passion inflamed breath behold
such ravishing tantalizing beauty
disarms within captivated viewer
each vital power
to resist such bliss...

stricken smitten speechless
awestruck owner of the gaze
will afire flame within
with a flame that runs
swift upon all quivering skin...

entrapped eyeballs
will swim in head
spinning dizzying din
as brain reels
around temple crown...

overcome voyeur has
hit senses overpowered wall
cold drops of love
passion fever fall...

nerves waxen in tremblings frail
lust enchanted seized is every limb
as grassy pale the onlooker grows snared
suddenly fail both sight and sound...

the beholder has
swoon fainted fallen
a mesmerized victim
of intoxicating adoration
delightful sight...


Copyright © Terence George Craddock


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written in March 2015 on the 16.3.2015.
Inspired by the poem 'In Adoration' by Sappho (c.600 BCE / Greece) and adapted from comments I made upon this poem posted on poemhunter.com.

Comments about Adoration Ancient Digitized Translated by Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)

  • (1/5/2016 4:40:00 PM)


    Sensual, glistens like the lushes taut statues that decorate the hellenic world, reminds me also a little bit of the juicy stuff Pablo Neradu wrote. This warms the blood of the coldest protestant

    stricken smitten speechless
    awestruck owner of the gaze
    will afire flame within
    with a flame that runs
    swift upon all quivering skin...

    I could picture the scene, but it would definitely not be for pg viewing.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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