Your Exotic Countenance Poem by KENNETH FORDHAM

Your Exotic Countenance

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Ready to be broken she pulls away so gently.
A word not spoken, for they knew it had to be.
Drizzling rain coming down, making hardly a sound.
Forest scents fill the air, like tantalizing incense,
potent and alluring, beckoning my call to thee.

But this is not to be, heavy breathing no more,
tender hearts broken.
Charming that you are, your heart governs,
breaking my tender heart, no one to console.
It is you that I adore, caresses wanting to restore.
But tortured that I am, not to be reborn,
destiny engulfing my soul, answers of no form.

Melting away I am this day,
remembering your sweetness, so sublime.
Your hips, your back, your ample breast,
never ever to be mine.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Goldy Locks 29 January 2008

Like the forlornness of this: the forbidden love, the passion.... keep on, sjg ~

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Saira Sms 29 January 2008

lovely really sweet. extremly detailed but sad.

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KENNETH FORDHAM

KENNETH FORDHAM

Troy, Alabama
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