last night your perfume drifted through my open window
on angelic wings of a warm, seductive caribbean breeze
i inhaled the fragrance of love, scent of spices and sex
i mused “she is here” as the brush of my imagination
painted you in soft impressionist strokes of pastel oils
your skin, pale perfection bathed in pewter moonbeams
your long hair falling down softly over your bare back
as your sky kissed eyes sparkled, you smiled salaciously
a queenly goddess of enchantment standing regally naked
wearing nothing but that cheshire-like grin and stilettos
your presence filled up dark corners like a dancing candle
whispered endearments as hallowed as secret angel songs
feral growls, like those of a tigress, claimed my thoughts
forcing the physical energy of creation down into my loins
the tower of your neck, magnificent curve of your breasts
more hypnotically powerful than the sacred oracle of delphi
i knew you would claim more than my wandering thoughts
before this magic island night had finally faded into dawn
oh to deeply breathe you in, garden mist after summer rain
to taste the nectar of rare pink orchid on my thirsty tongue
YOUR GIFT BRINGS FORTH THE VERY BEST DETAILS OF PASSION AND DESIRE IN A MOST ARTISTICAL AND BEAUTIFUL WAY...WELL DONE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. LOVE & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Mesmerizing words about a woman in stiletto heels and a cheschire cat grin. Here kitty, kitty. Beautifully crafted, sensual poetry.
Joy L. Hale
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on June 9, 2011
Oh my...your words are so breathtaking and that picture makes me weak at my knees...sighhh... as always sweet Juan... and that last line...oh yess...just breathe!.......Hugsss
Love,
Chanti xoxo
"....as the brush of my imagination painted you in soft impressionist strokes..." "...your sky kissed eyes sparkled..." Fantastic imagery in these words, good sir. You are a master of the craft. Thanks Dick.
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Blessings,
Christine
the language crafted to an exceptional standard.
This is beautiful work.
John
of seduction, My oh My
romantic poetry in motion
Lady Vivian
Joy L. Hale
Love,
Chanti xoxo