Sun sets for ocean breezes...You kiss my face, I press
the warmth of my breasts against your willing chest...
taking it to a higher level...with succulent nectar exploding,
as our bodies become one with the rhythm of our motion.
Point of no return...albeit my stolen love
~of our forbidden interlude~
but briefly rivaled his inevitable rite of passage.
Perhaps to say...giving into just reverie today, but for my justifiable vivid reality...even so long ago...
that will never fade, or ever go away.
(c)copyright22May2011vivianldawson
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Reviewed by Ron Michael (Reader)
Reviewed on May 23, 2011
An awesome bit of poetry Vivian.It's hard to realize that one can dig deep into that memory chest and retrieve a memory so beautiful from long ago and bring it back to life. Beautifully written by a beautiful person.
A poignant look back at a forbiddend interlude, memories to keep hidden away in your heart... to be taken out and be revisited while remembering your love. Your words sizzle on paper. Enticing read.
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A WONDERFUL WRITE...FULL OF PASSION WRITTEN FROM THE DEPTHS OF YOUR HEART.
and with admirable control that doesn't in the least
diminish the passion or the memory.
John
-gene.
Joy L. Hale
And orange is the color for this one most definately :)
Christine