If you like the lace and lateness,
Then prepare your bed in lust
If you crave a winding wooded trail,
Then shade your eyes from dust
If you light the match, to brighten,
Then brave the growing flame
If you dare to ride the current
Then tell me... who's to blame....
If her lips reveal some flavor
Which newly tempts your taste
And the secrets of the season
Are secured, and safely placed
Return not, to this fortress
That hides and heals your scars
For no one gains free entrance,
If not guided by the stars.
These lines have a graceful gliding pace that is easy to walk beside... delighting the senses like a stroll down a country lane... as surprising as a stolen kiss... delightful!
every question followed by a suitable answer. if you write such beautiful poem be prepared to read the comment. thnx for sharing.10/10
it seems that love has ventured for greener pastures only too dream of home. but, as fate would have it any trails leading back have already been overgrown. nicely written and full of imagery.
A wonderful poem! Straight talk. For no one gains free entrance, If not guided by the stars. Stars? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now my appetite is whetted, I'll read more of your poems-10