in the vortex of my ink you will discover
messages of radiant hope to encourage you
blazing fires to burn away all your loneliness
a multitude of kisses encompassed by words
sweetly lingering long on your searching lips
like juice of crimson maraschino cherries
mellow sangria to intoxicate your imagination
there is an invitation always open, enticing
to take my hand, my lips, all that you wish
copper and ivory call you to touch and taste
let slip the memory of wasted years and pain
as you slip between my pages and my sheets
where life is only a dream and dreams are life
in my ink you will embrace my verve, and my love
forget all the things you don’t want to remember
wander away with me, where you’ve never been
my ink, the invincible conqueror of your heart
delivers passion strong enough to rewind years
place within your unfilled soul a lover’s serenade
kindle within your body the fire of youth
the hunger of a wild, virile creature of antiquity
and inspire your reckless chivalry as my champion
in my ink you will find all the unforgettable women
you once had, or wished for yet never touched
The luminosity of a different world calls to you
from the soft blackness of my free flowing ink
promising sensual Shangri-La coupled with Xanadu
and for a moment.... while caressed by my words
you swim in an idyllic ocean of balmy ink
where all becomes perfect in your flawed world
life can be so old, so cold, poetry can be so hot
don’t be afraid to stand in my fire and burn
Wonderfully and endearingly said and felt LaBelle1
Love all this welcome offering of hotness!
As your ink of essence speaks profoundly!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeoxooo
One can dream, and promise, and search, and hope, but, only reading the words of the poem one realizes that the illusion is real, and that the dream is not too high there out of reach...if one dares.
The author are telling us how it is done.
Excellent.
Oh what a tempting temptress you are so majestically weaving your lure to those of us who would love to share your fire. LOvely passionate write dear Belle.
hugs
Fee
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2008
I'm ashes...
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2008
Aw, sucks, too bad I don't swing that way...if I did you'd be the girl for me, love holly
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2008
Huh! You ain't melting nothing here, you . . . er . . . Well, it ain't melting, let's just leave it at that . . . er . . . Turn down that thermostat, Maude, it's getting hotter'n hell in heah . . .
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Love all this welcome offering of hotness!
As your ink of essence speaks profoundly!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeoxooo
STay Positive!
Love tinka
Carole~
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Be always safe,
Karen
The author are telling us how it is done.
Excellent.
Georg
Love, Christine
Can't forget things so easly though.
hugs
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.