I love the way you weave the southern nature-sounds and imagery into the sensual... Brings back memories of the way I experienced Florida when I first came here in the 70's. Nature seemed so much closer on a tropical night back them. I'll read part 2.
I can't wait to read the second part of this - such a beautiful poem, so sensual and breathtaking...
"I burn for his hands to caress my breasts
his fingertips to tease their awakened buds."
I love these lines.
Love, Ankin
Exploring fingers and claiming lips...more ardent lover can't be wished, more passionate lover can't be expected and yet...there is the one in the shadows that is all that, an much more.
That river shoreline at night will not be the same.
The author make one to hear the crickets, and her erotic whispers.
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Andersonville POW camp...
Russell's battle-worn body looked defeated. He was a Union soldier; she was a Confederate nurse. But when Rosa looked into his eyes, she saw pure determination. He looked fo
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"I burn for his hands to caress my breasts
his fingertips to tease their awakened buds."
I love these lines.
Love, Ankin
This is absolutely you in every way: choice of language and phrasing, setting, mood and passion. This is beautiful.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
On my way to part II -
not to be found again until three the next afternoon!
The kind of night only passionate poets like you can describe, so someone like me would never even dream of stealing your work!
That river shoreline at night will not be the same.
The author make one to hear the crickets, and her erotic whispers.
Georg