~~~Compilation Poetry by Felix Perry & Susan K. de Vegter~~~
As my mind searches data banks
Looking up a lost vague memory
Of other days and other lives
A door without a golden key
I see your face in aura white
Feel the sense of parallel plane
Déjà vu, hallucinated dreams
Or perhaps desire gone insane
In the mirror of my soul
I never walk alone
I know your spirit guides me
Through tempest graveled stones
I hear in me your heartbeat
You nudge me toward the light
Then as I turn there are no miles
I'm in your arms and welcomed smile.
Our forbidden desires cross lines of time
Passion refutes the tick of clock
My arms feel the heat of passion glow
Lips savored taste, nectar samples lock
Fingers trace shadows o’er your ample breasts
As through sensual time gaps we ride free
On the rippled ecstasy waves orgasmic born
The world waits dormant just for you and me
Time standing still as I fold in your arms
Mists unfold as I swallow your charms
Breasts crushing fog as your hands mold my form
Beats burning lips as the flesh starts to warm
Passion drinking from centuries old
Years fade away ...legs circle to fold
Tripping in clouds and lost in demensions
Love making bold as we make this transition.
Passion spent, love recedes, memory etched in stone
Once more detached we drift the realms of space
Craving what can never, will never, should not be
Sad smile through time released from you a tingling trace
Again into reality drift to face the world we know
Till someday soon again we’ll soar, to boundaries set free
To release the nature of the beast, again let our desire be
In heated desire with ectasy forming
Reaching for curves of love rich and roaming
Echoing screams of fired up reactions
Forsaking this chance of spiritual attraction
Knowing that when love is no more
We'll back down to real...a new search to explore
For you are my love...my passion ambition
We'll fly again soon for passion's transition.
as perfume--to magnolias-- you are the essence of the write.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 9, 2006
Damn, Susan, you're on a roll today, I have to admit that you have worn me out, I just can't do it like I used to in my younger days. Reading I'm talking about . . . my eyes. . . you know, huh, you know?
These timeless quotations culled from the celebrated corpus of writings by W.E.B. Du Bois are presented with illuminating introductory essays by Aberjhani. Narration of the Audible book performed by Catherine Byers.
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
For sure a torrid and intense collaboration by you two fine artists...
Peter
Love Tinka
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)