I hide the girl behind
The beauty and
Fiction of my name.
...
My name is but a symbol
A tool to the roles I play you see,
A promise unfulfilled;
Of tantalizing possibility,
What he senses and what could be.
...
A mirage, dancing within a dream,
...
Cloaked in fantasy. He is my fire.
And beauty born of truth.
--- GREAT STUFF!
I liked how this unfolds A LOT. As beautiful as a flower in bloom. You appeal to the all the senses with this. I'm adding this one to my library. Graceful and passionate.
I wear it well
Adorning me like a mask
A shroud to cloud his eyes,
This sexuality of mine
A veil he cannot see.
He knows the mask is just a ruse,
An aspect of my game,
I hide the girl behind
The beauty and
Fiction of my name.
You rock in salacious poetry.
Hugs your salacious romance writing friend,
Marie
A young widow joins her aunt’s house-restoration project in the wilderness, determined to take a stand for independence, but two men have different plans for her—and so does God.
Three thoughts came to mind as I read this:
First, the beautiful words in an old Nat "King" Cole tune:
"A blossom fell, and very soon, I knew someone else was kissing you beneath the moon..."
Secondly, a vision of EVE, as her fig leaf floated gently to the earth, revealing Adam's DELIGHT!
Finally, the song title - "I AM WOMAN!" The Invincable Invitation of Mons Veneris that NO man in his right mind could ever REFUSE!
Keep 'em Cummin' Kiddo! Excellent write! Tom.
Reindeer
The beauty and
Fiction of my name.
...
My name is but a symbol
A tool to the roles I play you see,
A promise unfulfilled;
Of tantalizing possibility,
What he senses and what could be.
...
A mirage, dancing within a dream,
...
Cloaked in fantasy. He is my fire.
And beauty born of truth.
--- GREAT STUFF!
I wear it well
Adorning me like a mask
A shroud to cloud his eyes,
This sexuality of mine
A veil he cannot see.
He knows the mask is just a ruse,
An aspect of my game,
I hide the girl behind
The beauty and
Fiction of my name.
You rock in salacious poetry.
Hugs your salacious romance writing friend,
Marie
Love Tinka