her scent was of jasmine
and gardenia, rare combination
of exciting, heady perfume
suggestive of rites of passion
filling his senses and his thoughts
with flowers and flesh
on her brow a wreath of wild roses
that he longed to replace
with one of finest gold
beneath her woodland crown
red silk framed her face
cascading over alabaster shoulders
her voice pleasant, with an accent
unfamiliar and languid to his ears
her words embraced his soul
like the softness of un-milled cotton
and disturbed his passion
with the smoldering fire of hers
she was the unseen envisioned at last
and the unknown defying exploration
her hands were like smooth petals
against the roughness of his
her lips were created to be kissed
the depths of her love waiting to be plumbed
the musings of a mind, unmatched
by any he had fathomed before
a well of wisdom and sensuality
he longed to draw from and taste
a deep, restless pool of crimson passion
he would have been content to drown in
on the day he found her.... at last
Beauty, wisdom and sensuality…
A potent mix indeed..
How could he resist the one he had searched for…
You have such an amazing gift for this exceptional
kind of Romantic writing…
One can certainly drown in the beauty of the maiden you have described. But I take offense for him wanting to change her by replacing her wreath of roses with one of gold, heavy on her head had a sign of power and greed.
The Matchmaker:
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage
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A potent mix indeed..
How could he resist the one he had searched for…
You have such an amazing gift for this exceptional
kind of Romantic writing…
Diana…🍃
Sandie
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