A sea a maze around me
I seek thee tempting of the wind
with relenting sensuous sounds
Careful not to sleep so sound
for I come to seduce you like
a willful shadow on your soul
Wild eyed to be engaging in love
a purpose of my wingless flight
Touch yourself and sense me of flaming
whispers with sparks ascending to your heart
where sails of truth acknowledge the journey
Submerge these depths like shafts of light
and indulge the stealth of my reach to be
free of all inhibitions, for I am your temptress
of reachable visions inseparable of my host
(c) Careful Not to Sleep so Sound
30October2011
Vivian L. Dawson
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Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on November 10, 2011
A siren song if ever I saw one; the promise, irresistible and sweet, but nonetheless fraught with danger. A clever theme, well written
The hidden and secret sensuality of this one seems to centre around love and satisfaction that the touching of mind and heart can accomplish. Very good indeed.
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Ah, the temptress years for sensual love; free of all inhibitions, she bids you not to sleep too long, but to be aware of her touch in the night! Awaken and tend to the needs of your sultry temptress! A very erotic and compelling offering, Vivian. Well done!
Sleep! Vivian with a sultry temptress within my reach, sleep would be an erasure mark in my lexicon. "Wild eyed to be engaging in love a perpose of my wingless flight", simmers with passion -- worry not, sleep is an intentional ommission in such circumstances - I bid you love and peace -- Jon Michael
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fee
Pssst, I'm in the potting shed, just potted the last inhibition.
Now to sow some seeds.
"for I am your temptress of reachable visions inseparable of my host" is amazing!
Blessings,
Christine
Joy L. Hale
John