Vitruvian Sin Poem by Ananda Alves
Vitruvian Sin
I feel the air with a kind of tension
I stare at you standing close to the window
Smoking your cigarette in a peaceful way
Distant look in your eyes
Like you were in another dimension
Your hair, as gold as the sun,
A little bit messed
Falling over your eyes
Oh...those blue eyes
Two crystalline drops of ocean
Enough to drown me deep inside of you
Then, I stare at your nose
Pretentious and imposing
I pretend to avoid your lips
But they seem to move and breath my name
Full, lusty and opulent lips
You look down the street
Giggle a little bit
No, I could never forget about your smile
All I know is canvas could never capture its light
I like the way your teeth are aligned
Guarding the fountain of the greatest pleasures
Your sweet, soft and warm tongue
The one that gives me butterflies
Every time it touches mine
All the time it runs over my body
You turn back to bedroom
Pick up the ashtray
Your body against the light
What can I say about your skin...
White, pale, just like marble
I stare at your chest and shoulders
They have perfect dimensions
Not too large, not too sturdy
Hairless chest sprinkled with freckles
Wide shoulders leading to your arms
Arms that make me feel safe
Arms that hold me in sign of possession
Yes, I'm yours, I whisper with passion
And when you hold me I can feel your hands
Firm, but delicate hands
Gifted with such a velvet touch
You run your fingertips down my spine so gently
That makes me shiver
Takes my breath away
Oh... you and your long fingers...
You get close to me in bed
What makes me look straight to your stomach
It's plain, with no muscles
Teasing me with those entrances along your hip-bones
I see you're wearing a black towel
I won't talk about what's forbidden
Because what's forbidden is way more tempting
You return to the window to look down the street
You say something but I can't seem to hear
You're standing there, side face
The curve of your round bottom
Leading my eyes to your legs
Your strong and stout thighs
Reminding me the way I feel
When they rub against mine
You call my name to get my attention
For a second I feel scared
And in response to that I close my eyes
Don't want to wake up if this is a dream
So I feel those lips kissing my shoulder
Right on the curve that leads to my neck
'You're beautiful.' you whisper
And with your hand behind my head
And your body on top of mine
You lay me down in bed to fulfill me one more time.
Wow! ! Very passionate and moving! ! Thanks for sharing! ! Always, Nick
Extremely sensual, and perfectly detail oriented. Sounds like God's gift to women.... :) I enjoyed realing it - well done!
I'm not going to lie. That was THE best love poem I have ever read. The way you describe the person is soothing and it would make you day dream but then you couldn't read the rest! I loved this poem! That was very much worth my time and should be to anyone else. Wonderful ! ! {+} Simon Cowell might even say he loved it but you know how hard he is to please. Loved It!
Ananda! this is incredible. oh my god. I can't begin to tell you how I felt while reading this. you have a beautiful way with words. and such feeling. I read someone commented on this one saying 'you could go deeper.' i don't agree. your style is simple, deep, and leaves so much to the imagination. keep your style and NEVER sell out. again this was moving in more ways then one. truly breath taking. M to F
i liked it. it shows such passion and integreity. you'll become a famous writer one of these days, keep up the good work.
Wow Ananda......... Such a nice word painting, I really enjoyed. Keep it up.With Love, Kolitha
Are you sure you never wrote before? You're good, girl. And I'm glad you discovered your gift. I was enthrawled in this one. I couln't stop reading and I just had to get to the end. I sort of got the feeling that the character was dancing between fantasy and reality....what she wanted to be versus what really was. Was I wrong on that? Anyway, great write.
There is a lovely sense of play and good humour in this poem - your beloved's nose seems to come to the rescue, when you are about to drown in his eyes! In fact the poem's strength is the way it dances between two poles, between keen observation and surrender. I love it. Thank you - John.
Some people don't need a pencil to draw a picture...Imaginative writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I'm with Jerry on this. There are signs of maturity beyond your claimed 23 years in this and the english is very impressive with the exception of a couple of small slips which may simply be typos.. And yeah, I wonder who you might be too - that's the problem with this site: so many pseudonyms in use that it's easy to lose track of who's who. Are you me? Are you from eastern Europe even? Are you the personification of my poemhunter paranoia? Whatever, this has a lot of strong qualities - like Leonardo's drawing - and holds the reader's attention very effectively from beginning to end, with the first dozen lines or so in particular standing out. The number of comments you've amassed here already show that this has been a success for you. This style seems to suit you very well and would be worth developing. Well done again. The very best to you. xx jim. PS Good title!