In the valley of forbidden dreams,
I see my heart explode
At the feet of a Queen;
My pulse rate increases
At a merciless speed.
I’m more accustomed to shadows
Than lingering in exotic eyes
Where my soul undrapes
Every protective layer of disguise,
But I’m here on bended knees
In adoration for the feminine
Wanting to be the indebted servant
To the perfumed blouse,
To the soft lips of whispered secrets
And the enchanted kiss,
I lay wounded in ecstasy
And will disappear
Into the background of her mirror
As she brushes her shimmering hair.
I love the little pieces of what it is to be feminine that you capture in your poems....the perfumed blouses, the tinkling of bracelets etc. I love how you see the beauty so clearly. Sincerely, Mary
wow... any woman would love to be even half adored as you describe in this poem. great tribute to feminism! HBh
So beautiful and flowing as if I'm in a dream.....Just to be touched and adored like that :)
Uriah, this one comes from the soul. Enchanting poem. Hearfelt. love, Allie xxxxxxxx
this one made me realize...that only a few men in life...know Queens when they see them. and you are one of those. i respect that very much. eni da kid
This piece is, quite simply, magnificent. Heart-wrenching, too. t x
Wow - there are still some good guys left! Where my soul undrapes is one of those wish I'd thought of that lines! Great stuff, really great stuff. Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, Uriah, sing this beautiful, passionate, enrapturing piece of writing to Miss X and tell me if she doesn't let you make love to her on the spot! ! ! : -) Warmly, Gina.