And by her yielded, by him best received,
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
John Milton (1608–1674)
Your Ardour
Take my hand draw me close
As I slowly breathe you in
Savouring your desirous scent
I inhale you through every pore
Taste you within every membrane
Touch your passionate warmth
Feel you voice tempt my soul
As your desire titillates my heart
You lure me into your ardour
And seduce my mind with your words
As I hunger for your sensual touch
Your hands caress my sensations
I feed on your look of passion
Aspiring to the satiation
Of our ardent and fervent needs
I enjoyed the subtleness of this piece Elga, your fine wordstrokes thrusting and moving up and down through the valleys and peaks of a mysterious process that continues to ebb and flow but is never fully quenched or, as you put it, satiated. The last word "needs" assuredly leaves one elevated in a place where we know that love, and the making of it, is always unfolding and never really completely satisfied. Thank-you
I feel such joy, yet a lack, Elga, within your words. Or, I feel fully satiated...
I like to read 'first lines' of poems, to see the interior stucture, or the last lines, as it were. All lines in this piece lead to passion, yet, the words 'aspiring' tells me much, or, does it?
Always, though, I bathe in your emotion-seductive wordsmithing.
... With the slight gentle touch of... not quite yet... going there... arbour rushes life along at its own pace.
How well you do this with words and imaging! - Bill
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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Now please pass the cigarettes, Elizabeth! ;-)
Peace,
Carolyn
Very passionate and lovely to read.
I like to read 'first lines' of poems, to see the interior stucture, or the last lines, as it were. All lines in this piece lead to passion, yet, the words 'aspiring' tells me much, or, does it?
Always, though, I bathe in your emotion-seductive wordsmithing.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Love Tinka
How well you do this with words and imaging! - Bill
Peace.
Paul;-)
Your sensuous and beautiful poem is a perfect match for the Milton quote.
Love & Light,
Joseph
Felix
This is absolutely stunning! Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Take care,
Sherry
This is gloriously written, such emotion, such passion. Yes. I love this one! Well done!
(((HUGS))), Karla.