Gazing upon the turquoise-beaded necklace
Of a dark, mysterious Turkish girl,
A man slips into mystical ancient times
Of hidden codes and long forgotten gods,
Astrological-charted paths
Of love and destiny.
The hot sun tingles on warm skin,
Lust flows as naturally as sweat
And oozes from every pore
Breathing sensual rendezvous,
Physical encounters in barely furnished rooms,
Clothing is removed and tossed
Onto simple rugs,
Then the tasting of tongues.
Orgasmic adventures amid threats
From violently plotting parents
And a jealous suitor counting the days
To receive his intended prize
Who is expected to bleed on clean sheets
Of somebody’s defined customary purity.
But young girls all prefer rough renegades
Who joyously seize their love
That the lackluster and naive
Can never appreciate;
Girls can always return and lie
To any boy who blindly follows
The dictates of his parents.
What a wonderful poem Uriah. You really put us there with them........you make their 'forbidden passion' so apparent. Great job as usual. :) Sincerely, Mary
Good poem, Uriah, but I shiver when I think about the women who are killed by their own families for just such an offense. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, Uriah. Fresh, raw, real. Very well done. Hugs to you, CJ