Desert breezes bringing in the coolness of the night
Animating striped tents and silhouetting lights
Bodies dancing behind tarps...lanterned shadowed tent
Almond scent is floating from the heated oil's essence
Music forms a different tune...passions turn to dance
Jingles from the hem of voiles...embers take the chance
Flickering affections...adjust each form and shape
Whimpered secrets moan a sigh as evening slowly drapes
Chained desires that ooze from nerves then sigh and cry for more
Cinched in passions holding back each tingle from loves core
Forces hold the voice to mute when lust gives in to scream
Moaning darkness collapse around the bodies as a dream
Breaking silence on the sands fingers clinch a fist
Mouths are locked...tongues collapse and moisture turns to mist
Making magic come alive...Moroccan rendezvous
Loving passions in the sands immortal me...and you
More and More the whispers build more to sate the fires
Boiling moistness springing forth with muffled, moaned desires.
Now that will be a book to remember! Superb visuals Susan! All the best with the write,you are so prolific, I know it won't be long til we're saying congrats;-)
A hint of tantric sexuality as a means to deliver eroticism through the desert sands of time. I can visualize this scene here. This is how screenplays are written, from such wondrous descriptions of geographical location, sights, sounds, and scents. You have it all here, Susan! Good luck on the novel!
A poignant story about letting go of a narcissist in your life. Have you ever been attacked FULL force by a narcissist? It's the closest thing to being stabbed over and over in the back.
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Intriguing. Stimulating. Beautiful. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Congrats on the book! I want a copy, okay??
Eileen
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
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