The Feast Poem by Scarlett Treat
The Feast
My eyes feasted
On his face,
Devouring him
With every look.
My lips feasted
On his taste,
Every time
We touched.
My arms feasted
As I held him
So very close
To my heart,
And my heart
Was filled
From his love.
December 22,2007
Scarlett Treat
I'm with Allie. Wayne Dyer once suggested a realistic look at passion by rewriting the statement, 'He/she turns me on.' to read 'I turn myself on the him/her.' The trust is the same but you get to keep the responsibility.
Dearest Scarlett - you heart was filled from YOUR LOVE - he just pressed the right button. I know just where this one is coming from and I like it a lot. love, Allie xxxx
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5/3/2024 6:29:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I second that emotion...you are your own 'turner on' the other is the catalyst. love Donall Donall