The first of passions with a faceless memory and the youthful lessons of a nubile girl.
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Midnight's dark moon aflow on the waves
Innocence calling- "try to behave"
Silhouettes bond on beaches’ white sands
Walking embraced... hands gripping hands
Thoughts all together, a sameness festooned
Hearts raw and beating under this moon
Louder the silence of midnight forsakes
Two lover's passion... pushing their brakes
Each step of innocence comes a new dare
Caressing this mystery and pleasuring cares
Reaching for something , risking their ruin
Touching the rhythm of their own wrong-doing
Collapsing on sand dunes...legs weaving slow
Bathed in the moonlight's phosphorous glow
Body's heaving with each rushing wave
It's too late now as nothing behaves
Moisture is beading as energies fly
Arching to arches...moans meeting sighs
Thunderous lightening with no storm in sight
Dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight.
what could be better....i feel like i need to shake the sand out....
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2003
hi another foorprint for you here you go~see my footprint? here i make two more~~ this fun this was an exotic and erotic poem it was so cool grreat job on this
Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2003
Each line is like a breaking wave. I love the meter as well as the substance of this piece.
Adam
Reviewed by Morchuis
Reviewed on February 25, 2003
Hi Susan,
Tell me I must know, was the tide coming in, or was it going out.
Morchuis
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
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Adam
Tell me I must know, was the tide coming in, or was it going out.
Morchuis
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