Gina Marie Moody
Unveiled Passion - Poem by Gina Marie Moody
Patterns of misguided ardor
lace passion's gossamer shroud,
silken drapes of apprehension
swathe that which nature has endowed.
Like Salome before her king,
I disrobe before my lover now;
seven veils of trepidation,
a shadowed past I'll disavow.
persuades discretion's rapid fray,
faith's threadbare strands lay in his hands
as inhibitions slip away.
Despair takes flight from slender limbs,
swaying before his adoring gaze..
Desire glides from graceful thighs
unleashing fervor set ablaze.
Unveiled I stand vulnerable
heart exposed beneath yielding breasts,
a humble gift I offer him,
the man who's lain my fears to rest.
Comments about Unveiled Passion by Gina Marie Moody
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You