Oh YES my love
I know where love has been
When in total absorption we wrote our passions out
With true dedication we simply wore time out
The love we shared in olden
times was just the beginning
Each kiss was passion's metamorphasis
In those days, as love was sturring
My love, do you remember our first kiss?
I remember, as was yesterday, your lips upon my flesh
Awakening my morning, moaning as we meshed
Vintage and aged wine, the best I'd ever tasted
Drizzled lightly on my lips as you sipped in traces
Falling fluid raptures as waiting breasts were basted
Then traded as your lips met mine , not a drop was wasted.
Do you remember our dance?
My dance card will always hold a special dance for you
For night-long waltzing, for times when you are blue
To hold me ,dearest Love, for always and a day
To bond with you complete, in passions hottest sway
To caress the years forever, as our spirit's blend
In time's capsulated passages for all our inbetweens.
Do you remember when?
Yes my Love of centuries
As often as I can
As often as my lungs breathe each living breath
Until the time comes anew to love within your flesh.
This is an absolute wonderful poem. Great use of words. You have put great feeling into this piece.
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2007
What a wonderful poem. In my oppinion this is perfection!
Reviewed by Verne Washington (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2007
I liked it...Good rhyming.
Linking dance with love worked really well and you captured it with a good overall mood.
Ive got a couple suggestions though. Although the rhyming was good, maybe sometimes it is better to leave the scheme for better words.
I enjoyed everything except "as my lungs breath each living breath."
I just feel like I've heard that line too many times...
either way it works
Good job
passionate memories are those which endure time ... you poetically dance through the emotions and sentiments of love's memory, brought to life again and again ...
The outstretched hand of love imprints itself upon our heart and mind in such a way that we become fully consumed within its warm, comforting bosom. From within this bliss we engage with the object of our desire: 'Do you remember...?'
This is a lovely song as well as a poem. Could have been a duet between Astaire and Rogers.
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So beautifully and passionately portrayed! Brava, Susan!
Love,
Eileen
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Spring air must be filling your lungs. . .
And reached your tongue.
DWB
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Linking dance with love worked really well and you captured it with a good overall mood.
Ive got a couple suggestions though. Although the rhyming was good, maybe sometimes it is better to leave the scheme for better words.
I enjoyed everything except "as my lungs breath each living breath."
I just feel like I've heard that line too many times...
either way it works
Good job
Precious
Special
Warm
Tender
Fee
Well done,
Michael
The outstretched hand of love imprints itself upon our heart and mind in such a way that we become fully consumed within its warm, comforting bosom. From within this bliss we engage with the object of our desire: 'Do you remember...?'
This is a lovely song as well as a poem. Could have been a duet between Astaire and Rogers.